Mad Libs # Potatoe

Reads: 84  | Likes: 1  | Shelves: 1  | Comments: 4

More Details
Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


Mad Libs # 1

Submitted: June 02, 2018

A A A | A A A

Submitted: June 02, 2018

A A A

A A A


How many potatoes have I seen through the spray painted glass, as I look out over the carnival?

One potatoes, two potatoes, three potatoes, none; I count the fries smothered in barbeque sauce, dancing in the monkey dish.

 

When I levitated myself out bed tonight, I ski sloped down into the hallway, past the butterfly Band-Aid painting.

 

As I floated by a shattered mirror, my cartoon reflection saw in the background, a weeping indigo skinned vandal.

 

Almond omniscient eyes watching me, vanilla nag chompa breath warming the back of my neck as I carried on.

 

Isabella Rossellini lips, bright red like 99 balloons I let go of, last Summer.

 

And, here I was, in a famine, as I ran out of potatoes. 

 

Here I used to be, as ketchup from her bite, made the condiment of myself, accompanied.

 

How many tomatoes have lived, only to be squished in their prime, as I looked at the menu of this side dish feast.

 

The weirdest one of all, isn't that far away, after all. 

 

Just smile through the glass, and take a picture, with your eye ball teeth.


© Copyright 2018 Dr. Acula . All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply