Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Potato Chip Boogie

Let’s do the potato chip boogie
Crunch Crunch. Crunch.
 Twirling with your noogie.
Scrunch. Scrunch. Scrunch.

Shake your chip bag, goodie. 
 Hunch. Hunch. Hunch.
Why eat just one, hoodie?
When you can have a bunch?


Wrinkly salt with a fried foogie.
 Scrunch. Scrunch Scrunch.
Let’s do the Potato Chip Boogie.
 Lunch. Lunch. Lunch.

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Andrea Dietrich November 5, 2020 at 2:39 PM cute as the dickens. And bring on fried chickens! Caren Krutsinger November 6, 2020 at 1:33 AM I do love my fried salty stuff!

Kim Rodrigues November 5, 2020 at 6:03 AM You gave me a good chuckle! Sending those frown lines packing ;):) Caren Krutsinger November 5, 2020 at 1:36 PM I love potato chips. I can dance with them all day.