Mashed Potato Roseghetto the Potato, Who lives in a hole, Surely not a tomato, But Roseghetto had a goal. He wanted to explore, To get out of his dark, dingy pit, To know what he was meant for, An adventure, that's it. Roseghetto Climbed with all his might, Slowly inching away from his home, He swallowed down his fright, Climbed out and started to roam. He found an open window And climbed right in, He was in the house of a widow, With a kitchen made of tin. He heard something crash, And looked up, a second too late Down came a hammer then SMASH, He was now a pile of mush, the widow didn't wait. Gone was Roseghetto, What was left was this poem, That Naughty potato Who should've stayed home.
This is so insipring, when I read this out loud to my dog, he turned into a dinosaur. Thank you Op. <3