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Forest Potatoes
Forest Potatoes
They said they were baking potatoes
In tinfoil jackets sitting in the embers
Red and yellow with occasional smoke
They looked alien in the forest campfire
Were they practicing plausible deniability?
Or were they in on the conspiracy
Only I appeared to know the truth
I count 14 people
I count 14 potatoes
Just a coincidence?
I moved back a safe distance
Reminding myself not to fall asleep
Because that’s how they get you
I watch the “Potatoes” tentatively
Waiting for them to hatch out
I know these are alien eggs
I know that one of the group
Must be a familiar helping them
I put my tin foil hat on
They all laugh and ask
Are you a baked potato?
When these eggs hatch
We’ll see who will be
Laughing on the other
Side of their tentacles.
They are picking them up
They are using tongs
Like that is protection
These folks are crazy
They unwrap them
Naked; jackets off
They tuck into the alien flesh
That does look a wee bit
Like baked potato
But they are all now
Infected and will change
I will not be replaced
I will not be assimilated
They are now among us
I leave the forest
As fast as my wheels
Will carry me
Never ever eat a campfire
Baked potato
It’s how they get you
They said they were baking potatoes
In tinfoil jackets sitting in the embers
Red and yellow with occasional smoke
They looked alien in the forest campfire
Were they practicing plausible deniability?
Or were they in on the conspiracy
Only I appeared to know the truth
I count 14 people
I count 14 potatoes
Just a coincidence?
I moved back a safe distance
Reminding myself not to fall asleep
Because that’s how they get you
I watch the “Potatoes” tentatively
Waiting for them to hatch out
I know these are alien eggs
I know that one of the group
Must be a familiar helping them
I put my tin foil hat on
They all laugh and ask
Are you a baked potato?
When these eggs hatch
We’ll see who will be
Laughing on the other
Side of their tentacles.
They are picking them up
They are using tongs
Like that is protection
These folks are crazy
They unwrap them
Naked; jackets off
They tuck into the alien flesh
That does look a wee bit
Like baked potato
But they are all now
Infected and will change
I will not be replaced
I will not be assimilated
They are now among us
I leave the forest
As fast as my wheels
Will carry me
Never ever eat a campfire
Baked potato
It’s how they get you
Published 22nd Sep 2017
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22nd Sep 2017 1:45am
LMFAO!!!
Mr. And Mrs. Potatohead have gone to your head David.
Are you half-baked? Soft in the head?
Oh I enjoyed the read very much!!!!
JJ
Mr. And Mrs. Potatohead have gone to your head David.
Are you half-baked? Soft in the head?
Oh I enjoyed the read very much!!!!
JJ
22nd Sep 2017 1:51am
22nd Sep 2017 1:59am
I may never look at potatoes the same way again .. lol
Great camp fire story...
Much enjoyed! :)
Great camp fire story...
Much enjoyed! :)
22nd Sep 2017 2:34am
inspiration for me is always a bit strange :-) thank you - glad you liked it :-)
22nd Sep 2017 2:17am
22nd Sep 2017 2:37am
yaaaay that is my first "oddly delightful!" and I like it :-) Thank you :-)
22nd Sep 2017 3:21am
Very cute David very cute. Just to warn you , I had a steak and a................. baked potato for dinner. I hope I am not lost forever!!
22nd Sep 2017 3:26am
just wear your tinfoil hat and don't go to sleep and you'll be fine :-) Glad you liked it - thank you :-)
22nd Sep 2017 2:46pm
24th Sep 2017 8:13pm
Anonymous
22nd Sep 2017 3:25pm
Even as I'm laughing at this one there is a part of me that's inside protesting...but Campfire potatoes are so yummy! Many is the time we wrapped those little spuds in foil and tossed them in the fire over the years. Watch your companions closely for signs of alien attributes. You just never know... Lots of campfire scented hugs headed your way! :)
24th Sep 2017 8:15pm
not sure now if you are safe to hug - you might be infected? tin foil hugs coming your way
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24th Sep 2017 8:16pm
always happy to make folks laugh - I am glad you really enjoyed it Thank you :-)
David....this reads as a sinister Sci-Fi piece....with a subtle hint of Stephen King! And, yes, i do mean that as a compliment! You, akin to King, have that unique ability to imagine the 'what-if ' aspect of an item/ (situation) and creatively carry into, and beyond, it's more realistically---more readily acceptable state of existence--straight into the realm of creepy and frightening!
Imagine....eating,seemingly innocent little baked potatoes....resulting in such insidious consequences! (LOL) However...after reading this piece, i may have second thoughts about including baked potatoes on the menu for my next cook-out...especially if on a camping trip deep in the woods!! :D
This one leaves me smiling...and shuddering!
Imagine....eating,seemingly innocent little baked potatoes....resulting in such insidious consequences! (LOL) However...after reading this piece, i may have second thoughts about including baked potatoes on the menu for my next cook-out...especially if on a camping trip deep in the woods!! :D
This one leaves me smiling...and shuddering!
24th Sep 2017 8:18pm
Yeah - LOL - no more baked potatoes or alien eggs that I know them to be :-)
so glad you enjoyed it - Big Huge tin foil Hugs :-)
so glad you enjoyed it - Big Huge tin foil Hugs :-)
