BettyBuff
BettyBuff
Mar 22, 2013

Ode To A Chip

It makes me salivate
those golden
crusty
morsels
on a plate

like golden embers
shiny
glistening
basted pleasure
remembered

carbo-licious
tasty treats
like
sticks of
fatty dynamite

crunch crunch
scoff scoff
the pig persona
plays a
Bacchanalian lunch

A chip! A chip!
My round plate
For a Chip!

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: Sheffield, ENGLAND

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brittle light

with my interjection to frenchf. And so embarrasing if I'm wrong!

a fun piece, who doesn't like chips,. I'm american, we call them "french fries".... .........shortened these days to just "fries"

why bother to critique...fun just happens, it was fun. enough said

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 1 month ago

Don't care what the rhyming is like first or last, an ode to the mighty Chip, other people throughout the world may call them by other names but they will still be as beautiful to me, a chip off the old block La La..
Yours Sparrow..

BettyBuff

The beautiful but humble comfort food...The Chip...mmmmmm

Ells :))