Chips Poems - Poems about Chips

Squawking you awake feathered seaside hooligans Watch out for your chips! ...Read the rest...

the frail ice splinters a weighty wind wanders in idle bluster ...Read the rest...

Like many poets before, I have tried all which-way not to measure love – not to price love~ Like a post office puts sentiment to a ruler meters jewelry purchased, already with the weight of grief -- a romantically...Read the rest...

He likes to wait until his lingering end, sitting on the beach with fish and chips. Often wonders what life is about. Why is that boat there, that ship farther out, and yet another? Will they still be there...Read the rest...

"fish and chips" at a monestary was a friar but i loved the chip monk the best...Read the rest...

How anyone can say “no thank you” to hot chips l do not understand The enticing smell so completely irresistible For hot chips l would swim ocean and walk land! Warm and comforting on a cold...Read the rest...

It CAN be ‘fish n chips’ stop carping on, there’s no plaice for rudeness! It's so sad to see a person out of their depths and just floundering Why is it that some people always think...Read the rest...

Today, I started yearning to devour fish 'n' chips! Here, in the USA, we enjoy the tasty dish every day. No matter what kind or type of fishes we might use, Now here's where you listen up to...Read the rest...

Waiting for chips* Hungry at noon Vinegar, salt Use a fork not a spoon Eat by the sea Where the waves are unhurried Peas that are mushed Sauce that is curried Two slices of bread A chip butty create Overloading my buds Luscious carbohydrate There are...Read the rest...

Don't stop now, you're on a roll, Trust your luck and seize the goal. Make your play, climb each mountain, Sip wine from a golden fountain. Things look bright, when you're winning, Helps create a new beginning. Count your chips, when...Read the rest...

Born With Stone-Chips In My Ancient Viking Blood I stand against the world and its most evil wrongs Born with stone-chips in my ancient Viking blood My greatest heroes immortalized in great songs As they eliminated those of barbaric...Read the rest...

Azzure night calls rush blurry eyes Pigeons came a calling Waterloo I curse you morning came a sneaking The unaccustomed scratch gilded fear Suited clad screeches the acceptable Strange exiles disowns the Thames...Read the rest...

Many a slip ‘twixt lip and chip seagull swoop...Read the rest...

This song is for my daddy, My father, the man who tries To guide me through this crazy world With all its twists and turns and lies. He comes to see me when he can, No matter rain or wind...Read the rest...

What is it about Sunday night that the universe just can't get right Sunday days, often serene Monday morns, fueled by caffeine But Sunday nights, phlegmatic and...Read the rest...