Flying Potatoes Poem by Farina Afrin Malik

Flying Potatoes



War
Death
“Take arms! ” was the cry
Cannons at the ready
“we’ve run out of shells, sir! ”
Take the taters
Aim, FIRE
spuds zoom through the air

Famine
Starvation
“They took our spuds” they protested
Cannibalism takes over
Feast on human flesh

Chaos
Anarchy
Human race demolished
Habitats destroyed
Planet crumbles

This is how the world ends
Pity,
All because of flying potatoes

Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A nonsensical poem that I wrote as a self-drawn challenge from an acquaintance.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tapera Makadho 21 October 2015

Good poem Farina, may I also know how my latest poem 'The stallion' sit with you

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John Richter 20 October 2015

Whimsical and fun... Imaginative!

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Brian Mayo 20 October 2015

lol- -Monsanto should've gave 'em wings. Very cool poem.10

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