Ruth Walters (London, U.K.)
No chips tonight
'Twas chips for tea and chips for lunch,
and chips for Sunday morning brunch,
and chips for breakfast with poached egg
and chips before they went to bed.
But woe is me, their ships capsized
when they, at 60, sadly died.
Oh I am sad at their demise
and feel quite down and yet quite wise,
as on their tombstones I inscribed
‘they ate just one too many fries’
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