TUBER MOVER
© The Potato of Terror
Composed in the wee small hours of 6/9/98.
I'm a funkadelic relic
from another space and time,
a little psychedelic,
I am no bitter lime!
I'm a tuber and a mover
moving on grooving feet,
Like the Groover From Vancouver.
I am round and bittersweet.
Do not scorn my being spheroid
in an oblate kind of shape,
I don't pump iron or pop steroid
or stand with my mouth agape,
but I stand firm on my standing
as a légume libertine,
and I crave your understanding,
for that which is seldom seen.
Ergo, Terror's potato
is often underground
and dreams of Proust and Plato
and all things wise and round,
reclusive and elusive,
only comes out at night,
for interviews exclusive,
only when the time is right.
Poems of ~ THE POTATO OF TERROR! ~ 1 