Chips Poems - Poems about Chips

Squawking you awake feathered seaside hooligans Watch out for your chips! ...

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the frail ice splinters a weighty wind wanders in idle bluster ...

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Like many poets before, I have tried all which-way not to measure love – not to price love~ Like a post office puts sentiment to a ruler meters jewelry purchased, already with the weight of grief -- a romantically stricken heart; a summarily discarded lover, hoping to re-awaken a former partner’s fond participation, given chance for another poke at...

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He likes to wait until his lingering end, sitting on the beach with fish and chips. Often wonders what life is about. Why is that boat there, that ship farther out, and yet another? Will they still be there when he is not? Will he still be here when they are gone? How many chips and how much fish will still be...

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"fish and chips" at a monestary was a friar but i loved the chip monk the best...

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How anyone can say “no thank you” to hot chips l do not understand The enticing smell so completely irresistible For hot chips l would swim ocean and walk land! Warm and comforting on a cold day A must when by the sea Accompanied with salt and vinegar Or ladened and covered in gravy At the end of a lovely...

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It CAN be ‘fish n chips’ stop carping on, there’s no plaice for rudeness! It's so sad to see a person out of their depths and just floundering Why is it that some people always think they're right - for the halibut! What a load of pollocks! Oh my cod she’s crabby … Salmon call a...

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Today, I started yearning to devour fish 'n' chips! Here, in the USA, we enjoy the tasty dish every day. No matter what kind or type of fishes we might use, Now here's where you listen up to what I have to say... We have the right to spell the meal any way we choose. Today, I started yearning to...

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Waiting for chips* Hungry at noon Vinegar, salt Use a fork not a spoon Eat by the sea Where the waves are unhurried Peas that are mushed Sauce that is curried Two slices of bread A chip butty create Overloading my buds Luscious carbohydrate There are pies. There are peas There is gravy and fish Loading it all on your tray Pile it up as you wish.. Unwrap from...

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Don't stop now, you're on a roll, Trust your luck and seize the goal. Make your play, climb each mountain, Sip wine from a golden fountain. Things look bright, when you're winning, Helps create a new beginning. Count your chips, when you're done, Rest now under setting sun. You're up again, at morning light, It won't shine like it did last night. Stoke that fire,...

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Born With Stone-Chips In My Ancient Viking Blood I stand against the world and its most evil wrongs Born with stone-chips in my ancient Viking blood My greatest heroes immortalized in great songs As they eliminated those of barbaric crude All had magical shields and a flaming hot sword Words given to them by higher power beings Enough victorious battles as not...

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Azzure night calls rush blurry eyes Pigeons came a calling Waterloo I curse you morning came a sneaking The unaccustomed scratch gilded fear Suited clad screeches the acceptable Strange exiles disowns the Thames...

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Many a slip ‘twixt lip and chip seagull swoop...

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This song is for my daddy, My father, the man who tries To guide me through this crazy world With all its twists and turns and lies. He comes to see me when he can, No matter rain or wind or storm, We sit and eat our salty chips And talk about the things we've learned. Our bond is simple, yet so true, Based...

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What is it about Sunday night that the universe just can't get right Sunday days, often serene Monday morns, fueled by caffeine But Sunday nights, phlegmatic and placid as if all of creation just went flaccid I guess I might as well cash...

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