Chips

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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 pies. There are peas There is gravy and fish Loading it all on your tray Pile it up as you wish.. Unwrap from the paper Don't decant to a plate 'Saves washing up' And besides it tastes great The angels in heaven Look downward in awe.. As the humans devour Much of what they adore One of life's simple pleasures Take a peek, there are many Eating chips by the sea Can't be beaten by any Jinjagoliath 2nd July 2023 *in the UK French fries are 'chips'

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