Ode To The Chip Poem by Joe Hughes
Ode To The Chip
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!
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4/23/2024 4:45:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yep - better out of a bag...swimming in vinegar. Think I'll go to the chippy for my tea later. Nice poem Joe.