Smash Potatoer
Smash Potater
Dug up from the ground unaware of their fate,Dinner Plate of the man is at handThrown into the oven at 375Covered in foil and baked aliveOthers are sliced and cut apartDeep fried in oil, its truly an artAnd the rest that are left are bereft of breathAs they wait for their turn to be smashedSMASH! SMASH!Now its time to meet the fry creatorHe's the spud eliminatorThe tater-tot intoleratorThe one and only Smash Potater
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