Chips are found on a hostile one’s shoulder
When very irate, they’re large as a boulder
Also spotted in a golfer’s short swing
We see they’re around most any old thing
Gamblers amass and stack chips up high
Would love to stack them up to the sky
Deliciously eaten, these slivers of spud
Contentedly chewed much as cows chew their cud
The English delight, fulfilling their wishes
Devouring chips with their dishes of fishes
The Colonies import this unique tasty morsel
Chips are delicious with fins and with dorsal
We’ve given these tips on the subject at hand
The subject is chips, you by now understand
The history of chips goes way back in time
But do chips deserve to be put into rhyme?
Loved this, the subject is right up my street, from the 'norm' good stuff.
Another wonderful poem! I think ANYTHING can be a great topic if it's well written and this certainly is! Sincerely, Mary
Now that takes some thinking about, Stanley, but let me 'chip' in here and say that I thought this was a very well done poem on Chips! Keep chipping away at these poems Mr Cooper Sir. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem