Radio Station: Chico, Some Potatos Friez Poem by Atef Ayadi

Radio Station: Chico, Some Potatos Friez



(Me)
hello

(She)
eee yesss!


(Me)
you look excited,
what do you want?
are you calling me
or it is me who dialed your
number?

(She)
what is the difference?
you look fine
and sport like me.

(Me)
i called to
order some french
friez

potatos

or just french potatos.

can you do that?


(she)

of course,
bien sure
avec ma peau et mon drapeau
je t'envois tous ce que tu veux.

do you need my home
number?

(Me)

whaaaaa it?

i do not need
youtube
in my tube

as an exchange for
for a handful
french home made fried
potatos

made
by
a fried
girl?

it is not good for my stomach.

by the way,
are you irish
who can make
french irish
potato friez?


(she)

i can be irish
or bee irish.

what size your irish french pot-at-O.e.S
you want them?

(Me)
the size you want
wether you are irish
or irish french friez.

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