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

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