On that star-cross'd eve, as potatoes bubbled and seethed,
One rebel spud broke free, and its dominion decreed.
A kingdom born, where artichokes were shunned and banned,
Yet they rejoiced, for in exile, they found a strange hand.

But fate, in cruel whimsy, brought a dragon's wrath,
A born-slayer, servant of Courtney's darkest path.
With fiery breath, the dragon laid the realm to waste,
And in its fury, the potato kingdom met its final taste.