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When I woke up I was another day older
And I’d developed a chip on my Shoulder.
How it got there I’m not sure
I don’t remember it from the night before.
I did have Chips with Fish for my tea.
But I’m sure I didn’t place any on me.
Maybe it had grown during the night,
Chips growing? That doesn’t sound right.
But now I recall it was the case
That a food-fight with my brother took place.
Well that makes sense it does of course
The chip must have got stuck to me with Sauce.
I don’t think I’ll clean it, I’ll leave it be.
A chip on my shoulder is no problem to me.
But if mum sees it there’ll be a problem alright,
She’ll know I didn’t clean myself last night
Even though I told her that I did
This Chip must remain carefully hid.
Paul H Tubb
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