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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!
Copyright ©
Kim Stone
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