Fries and Man
Crunchy golden brown potatoes
Cut unevenly into strips sticks
One maybe half, one and two inches long
Best eaten after freshly fried
So thus us, creations of God
Unequal to wit, might and talents
Yet, daily equip in battle of growing
Not on failing but succeeding
The fries eaten plain or flavored
So is man simple and favored
The fries a fine finger food
So is man by nature is born good
Either served on plate or pouch
Us humans ready to serve and touch
Sometimes bitten bit or whole
Us humans molded clever or fool
by: olive_eloi
10:07am
01/19/2014
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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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