French Fries

[Arc1]

This all started when I found a line about french fries in someones signiture. I happened to be bored so I wrote this poem. My friends found it quite humorous so here it is.

French Fries:

Stabbed in the eye with a really hot French fry.
Falling over backward landing in manure.
The French fry army came,
Stabbed in the back bleeding all over.
I ran them all over.

I decided to visit McDonalds one day,
But the French fry army came.
Enraged, I picked them up.
Dipped them in blood and ate them up.

Finally I had an idea,
Took the lawnmower and ran them all over.
They ran from the scene trailing blood,
Which I followed to there evil lair.

As I entered they were having a party,
So I blew them up and they thought it was funny.
They attacked me with little knives,
Cut my head of and my eyes.

I fell over good as dead except for my head.
It rolled down hill sending the french fry army to hell.