Gerald

Gerald was such an ordinary man He went to work and was a music fan But what he really liked the best Was hot chips butties better than the rest So at the end of each day He went to the shop for his hot chips right away At home he made his sandwich so quick Scoffing it straight away to the end of it But this time he felt quite sick Laying down on his sofa closing his eyes for a bit And when he woke he knew something was wrong With insatiable cravings for hot chips becoming his song Now his days are filled with this quest Seeking and eating chip butties was the best Gerald wanders the world wide His chip butty curse now being his pride In his wanderings across the earth He found a land where chip butties are known for their worth For Scotland treasures this mighty snack the most And Gerald lives there loving it as his boast. © Paul Warren Poetry