Short Potato Chip Poems
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Americans eat the strangest things
corned beef and cabbage, green beer and wings
instead have Irish Fry
and Apple Tart Pie
with Potato Chip Sandwich, truth rings
I eat a piece of fudge
it lands on my hips
great
I devour a potato chip
she travels to one of my tummy rolls
I see her happily settling down
I slurp down biscuits and gravy
Feel my butt get fluffy and puffy
starting to look frightful
The tree looked magnificently gaudy.
I gave and received some offbeat gifts.
Some were expected; others highly inappropriate.
We snacked on strange potato chip dip and orange chocolate.
Baby Jesus was covered in tinsel, ribbons, and the aroma of honey-dipped ham.
Pick Up Chip
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Picked up food it had fallen on the dirty floor
As I wonder do we still have the 10 second rule
As a human fool, I pick up eat, lick, swallow digest the food
Pepto-Bismol, Listerine won't help ooh!
Yum! my mouth wet I salivate
Oh, Oh now I dropped my potato-chip
12/14/17
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.
Once there was a potato chip
Curled gracefully in a "U"
Glistening with salt particles
Just waiting for a chew
Can you take and eat just one?
I don't believe you can
You'd have to eat the biggest chip
That fits in the slender can
Noooo, keep them neat, and when complete
Lick each side of your thumb
The can is empty 'cause you see
You've eaten every crumb
dog tears up things daily
paint brushes, shoes, potato chip bags, stuffed animals,.
anything and everything from the garbage
or from a table or the couch or anywhere else he can reach
he is a large puppy, three foot long; he can reach everything
a few minutes ago I tossed him a People magazine
desperate to keep him away from my milk and cookies
It will not last forever, but long enough.
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
"Anything i can do, you could do better!"
I'm different. I like my sushi well done.
"Sure you're right!...Who cares?"
I'm as wise as a potato chip.
Is it illegal to leave a night-light on in the day?
"If music be the food of love...I'm tone deaf."
So what? I guess my self-confidence made me inferior.
I hired an interior decorator for my refrigerator.
I spend my time figuring out how to spend my time!!
good day , Carol....
Advertising has us in it's wrappers
here's the bad stuff ~ here the clappers,
it seems the product needs the jabbers
like a potato chip ~ the grabber!
but for the quaintness of the blabbers
I could not focus ~ or react thus
now here's a cute phrase ~ DIPPLE DABBERS
they're not like "p r i n g l e s" ~
They're just "ADAPTERS"!
Note ~ Hi Mark Pringle (our poetic benefactor) Had to say something that could
separate the wimps from the "snappers!"
The autumn air is crisp like a potato chip
I can taste the breeze baking tree leaves
The color of them dance on my pupils
And I carry them within my spirit like song
The grass still green is freshly mowed
And the geese are hanging around
For the hidden treasures in ground
Like we do at thanksgiving dinner time
The garden is still colorful and bright
Flowers seem to breathe in gold sunlight
And I play hooky from cranberry chores
To take in the sounds smells others ignore