A little girl made my day,
By throwing a bag away.
Inside I found some potato chips,
And when they touched my furry lips,
The taste of so much salt,
Hit me like a thunderbolt.
They beat acorns for taste,
But add too much to my waist.
I simply can't resist,
This potato crisp.
Now my favourite sort of lunch,
Is one with a salty crunch.
Sunflower deep fried,
Then carefully dried.
I dream of the flavour,
Of slices thin as paper.
Please don't feed this squirrel seeds,
My stomach has different needs.
If I said a heart-felt please,
Would you add some melted cheese?
Pass me some that taste of paprika,
You'll hear a squirrel squeak eureka.
A very fun poem, and nice rhyming. I enjoyed it a lot. I used to live in an urban area with cold winters and the squirrels did get into EVERY thing. Now I live in a rural area where the squirrels have lots of natural food, and mild winters. These squirrels seem much happier and have nice round bellies. I'm guessing crisps aren't that good for either beast or man.
Let me answer your question first..... The alternative last line suits better! A very interesting write about a squirrel who has developed a taste for potato chips! First of all I like those agile creatures with furry tails that jump from branch to branch of trees!
Another option for the last two lines: 'But add a squirt of chilli, I'll prance about quite silly.'
Thank you Valsa and Hazel. Valsa I removed the last two lines just before I saw your preference for: 'But add a squirt of chilli, I'll run around all frisky'. Do you think I was right to remove these lines altogether?
A warm and charming tale written with amazing rhyming and I really enjoyed this entertaining write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how about a squirt of whiskey? ? to MyPoemList. bri :) thanks for Poet's Notes.