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July 16, 2015
Chips for supper.
Chips for Tea.
Bread and butter
and chips for me
Chips for breakfast.
Chips for lunch.
Forget bananas
even by the bunch.
Chips at snack-time.
Chips for Lent.
Chips at Easter,
I won’t relent.
Chips in Summer.
Chips in Spring.
I just love chips
more than anything.
Chips from the McDonalds
Chips at home.
Chips by the mirror
as my hair I comb.
Chips in the hallway.
Chips on the loo.
I’m so full of chips
I don’t know what to do.
Chips and more chips
and more chips still.
Forget rabbit food,
it just makes me ill
Chips tomorrow.
Chips next week.
Chips by the mouthful
until I can’t speak
Chips in my tummy,
chips on my mind.
Chips by the plateful,
all the chips I can find.
Chips forever,
til the end of time.
I just think chips
are so sublime.
By Harriet Blackbury.
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