Tater Launcher

A house sits across on another hill from us and flies the Jolly Roger I've been tempted to raise the Union Jack and break out my tater launcher Oh what a battle and sight to see when the taters start to fly Spuds will smash upon the ground the dirt and dust will rise I'm sure they'll put up a good defense as to save their wounded pride You see, I have the advantage in this fight I live up on the high side There's bound to be some casualties when it comes to broken windows But just imagine how the neighbors will jump when we let off the final crescendo I can visualize the reporters gathering... "For Fox news this is Stacy Devon reporting on the tragic tater incident stay tuned for film at eleven". This poem was inspired by a house that does sit across from us on another hill. They do fly the skull and cross bones