The Cursed Potato

I was going to have some fries, and then to my demise,

I didn't  have any,

I didn't need many,

"My own chips shall rise!"

"Potatoes are what I require, if I wish to make my desire,

I will cut them thin,

Splash them with gin,

And then pop them in the frier!"

I was getting potatoes down at the shop, picking the best ones of the lot,

When I heard someone burst,

"That potato is cursed!

It'll kill you before you shout stop!"

I shrugged off his exclaim, then went back to my domain,

I was cutting the skin, 

The potato went in,

And then a sound as loud as a train!

The potato jumped out of the frier, that man wasn't a liar,

Before I could scream,

It cut off clean,

The half of my body that's higher!