Ruth Walters

No Chips Tonight - Poem by Ruth Walters

'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'

Comments about No Chips Tonight by Ruth Walters

  • Rookie - 387 Points John Brown (9/27/2013 2:23:00 PM)

    Nice one Ruth. Is it the season for poems about chips now? (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 445 Points Danny Draper (9/24/2013 7:00:00 AM)

    A salutary message of too much fat and carbs told with greet humour. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 30, 2014

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