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
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