HUNTING KILLER POTATOES

I don't know what happened, but my potatoes went feral,

They grew big mouths with big teeth, and ate my sister, Carol,

They ate my dad and my mum,

And, drank half of my rum,

The way that I'll stop them, is with lead from my gun barrel.

I WENT TO THE GROCERY AT THE END OF MARCH

I went to the grocery store at the end of March,

All I could afford was a small box of starch,

But, I'm glad it was present,

To feed this starving peasant,

I just need a pop or I'll parch.