Best Potato Chip Poems
spawned in the summer of 1853
these sliced succulent deep fried wonders
resulted from the demands of a complaining customer
whose ******** led our man, a one,
mr. george crum
to do his best to satisfy the putz in question by
replacing the humdrum n’ waterlogged n’ sodden,
slithery,
pommes de terre
with
his
new
&
improved
(as thin as could possibly be imagined),
drenched in salt,
deep fried & sizzling,
immaculate conception.
and as you can imagine, mr. cornelius vanderbilt
(said unruly customer),
whom mr. crum felt would most assuredly send back the creation he just made,
again,
for his money back,
instead
had something of an ****** of the taste buds!
and so these
“saratoga chips”
came to be the next big thing---
satisfying lovers of starch, grease & salt, everywhere.
it didn’t take long for word to get to canada where they buried them things in
dill pickle,
ketchup,
jalapeño & cheddar,
salt n’ pepper,
roast chicken---or to
austria where they soak em’ in garlic, bulgaria, where paprika is the taste of the day—
& colombia boasts
mayonesa y limón,
egypt popularized the kebob & stuffed vine leave essence of zest,
you got oregano chips in greece
you got the overwhelming majority chomping down the tayto’s in ireland
whereas in
russia
it is caviar, crab and
shashlik
which make the people salivate.
regardless of where you are or what you are doing
you can get some kind of potato chip
yes,
you can suck down that sodium & grease
mmmmmmmm
i
myself
am currently in something of a sour cream n’ onion phase---
and i must say
i praise the day
that crum went back in the
kitchen
&
angrily
whipped up a batch of
yummyness
for
vandy
to
suck
down---
commencing
la revolución de patatas fritas.
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.
Poetry's a potato chip
can't stay away
munch all day
~ will gives way
Goodness and crisp
Taste that can’t be missed
No one can just eat one
That’s why the bag can be finished done
It’s doesn’t matter the brand
Potato Chips are eaten throughout the land
Plenty of flavor
Ingredients to savor
Every crunch
Throughout the bunch
Goes well with a hamburger and sandwich
Potato chips are distinguished
Every delight
It includes even at night
P for Perfection and C for any celebration
i have a craving today
my tongue salivates
a crinkling yellow bag
i tear it open
salty and sour
potato
chips