O! Sacred Chip,
O! Chip divine,
I like you fried,
Sauteed with wine?
O! Chip of oven,
O! Chip of pan,
I like you plain,
Crinkled or tanned.
O! Chip in batter,
O! Chip to lick,
Well cooked in oil
Or in gar-lic.
O! Chip with fish,
O! Chip with chicken,
I sometimes nick you
From the kitchen.
Served on a plate
I like you less,
'Cos in a bag
You're at your best!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yep - better out of a bag...swimming in vinegar. Think I'll go to the chippy for my tea later. Nice poem Joe.