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Night of the Living Tubers!

From their black beds they rise,

Eyes in every cranny,

Floating from garden

To door or window,

Revenge hot in their

Starchy little hearts,

Thump thump thump,

An insistent beat.

Don’t let ‘em in, I scream,

Then I wake up.

Every damn time

I wonder,

What if next time

I don’t?