CRISPS

Crisps… I love them,
Crisps… they are the best,
A crunchy consolation, whenever I’m depressed
Crisps are the real thing, they make me feel exalted
Be they cheese and onion, chicken, beef
Or plain old ready salted,
When I eat a bag of crisps I never want to stop
How I wish the manufacturers would fill them to the top.
Crisps are delicious, crisps are sublime
If crisps were illegal I’d end up doing time.
And if ever I was robbed and all my things were taken,
I pray to God they’d leave behind a bag of smoky bacon.

Marvin Cheeseman