Saved From Invaders

Seeing the mashed potatoes, Heaped upon my plate. Sent me reeling to a past, I could relate. With a scoop of potatoes, Laying in my spoon. They sailed across the table, Right in Fathers' face. Off to my room I was sent, Knowing I was a hero. Invaders would relent, Against the potatoes I sent. Momma said, " Potatoes are to eat. Not sailed across the table!" Father just sat there, Potatoes on his face. He wasn't mad, Just hungry. " Next time wait until my mouth is open, No waste of a good meal!" Now I have a giant worm. It lives in my father's face. Gratefully I'll feed it, As long as it stays in place!