A POTATO FORK POEM
(for Brenda)
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Fellow forks, beware!
Do stay away from here!
Brenda takes us
then she breaks us.
Oh tremble! Feel fear!
Come only if you dare!
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Digging rocks and boulders
(Putting bodies in the ground?)
Brenda will abuse you
Aggressively use you
Your handle’s snapping sound
Means you won’t get older.
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Forks, do NOT come near!
Get the fork out of here!
Shawn L. Bird 