No comment

My mashed potato came to life.
I had so many questions:
How did it feel to be peeled?
Was the masher gentle to you?
What’s it like being half butter?
What are you scared of most –
my teeth, my guts or my anus?
Do you mind if I put gravy on you?
Do you have any last words?
My mashed potato muttered “no comment” every time.

© Carl Burkitt 2019

642 Challenge: “You are eating dinner at your Grandma’s house, when suddenly, the food on your plate comes to life. Only you notice. What do you do?”

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