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Uncle Spud's Potato Gun

by Dave Fitzgerald

Beware of Uncles spud gun,
Be right on your toes.
Last time he fired his spud gun
The spud went up his nose.

It went up his right nostril,
Then rattled round his head,
Missed his brain completely
And out his left instead!

09/18/2006

Posted on 09/18/2006
Copyright © 2024 Dave Fitzgerald

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/19/06 at 03:43 AM

Very funny! My son used to make and shoot these silly things. Some were big barreled and pretty scary. The worst was when he forgot to take a piece of potato out of the gun, it sat around for many weeks, and the stench was unbelievable!!!

Posted by David R Spellman on 09/22/06 at 01:17 AM

Very humorous and brought back some OLD memories!

Posted by Jennifer Ragan on 03/01/07 at 12:24 AM

Yup...you're infected with rhymes disease too;)

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