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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