I'm like a lonely potato skin,
I feel nothing left inside.
For if I go out clubbing,
I'm sure to get smashed tonight.
It's no good going off half baked,
They're sure to take my eyes.
I'll try to mix with some big cheese,
The one with cauliflower ears.
For if they catch me,
I'll be sliced and diced,
My goose will be cooked.
And if the powers that be;
Decided not to roast me,
I'll probably get smashed tonight.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-15 at 11:16

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Ha ha You say it so well!
a true poem.

Yeh but just lookwas a versatile chap you are on a night out, nobody gets boring old tatties do they?

arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Makes me hungry these metaphors, or are they tater-phors?