Potato Retribution Nightmare

Lord, tell me it isn't so. 
Today's the day I've been laid low -
dreaming I was a potato.
I found out it was real, 
when a man like me said, "time to peel".
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Edmonds  Avatar
May 15, 2026 at 3:11 PM
Skin and bare it potato man, you will sizzle in the frying pan. Turned into a plate of chips, who could resist a feast such as this… Beryl
Edmonds  Avatar
May 15, 2026 at 11:39 PM
Yes, I remember playing with potato heads, we had accessories, hats, eyes and lips, that we’d stick in the potato, it was lots of fun… Beryl
Crandall Avatar
May 15, 2026 at 6:30 PM
Haha, uhoh, I'm reliving my nightmare! When I was a kid, they used to sell a toy called "Mr. Potato Head". Have you ever heard of that? ~ thanks, Beryl!
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