Tuesday, 8 January 2013

Potato Chips

Golden fried, thin yet wide
Crunchy to the core
Potato soul, eat 'em whole
Flavoured to perfection
In silvered sacs, cause heart-attacks
Yet loved by nearly all
O potato chips, with or without the dips
The food of kings and beggars
O potato chips, passing through our lips
What would we not do for you

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