Cheap as chips
What better way for a boy to spend a sixpence?
The bestest thing to pass my lips
At any time’s a bag of chips.
At sixpence there’s no better treat,
With salt and vinegar you can’t beat
The tangy warmness that pervades
The winter kid who promenades.
No fries from France could make me dance,
No ketchup dip for my thick chip.
Northerners swear by their brown gravy,
To smother tater chips they may be
Happy consuming their own way.
Salt and vinegar’s best, I say.
No better way to spend a shilling.
A bag for you and if you’re willing
One for me I could relate.
A bag of chips is truly great.
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About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author based in Kent, England. A writer of fictional short stories in a wide range of genres, he has been a non-fiction writer since the 1980s. Non-fiction subjects include art, history, technology, business, law, and the human condition.
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People nowadays are really stressed so this is all for you https://vocal.media/poets/wings-of-resilience-a-journey-through-adversity
A fun piece Raymond! 😁👍
I'll have to give this a try
I love salt and vinegar chips
Love this, I love Chips. This made me hungry for them!!! 😊
I felt like I could taste them reading this! Haha now I’m hungry… 👀
Mmm! salt-n-vinegar! I didn't like them much as a kid but as an adult, bring 'em on! Loved your fun and enticing poem, Ray!
Ah wonderful... I'm not much for salt and vinegar - but I do enjoy it. I'm gonna have to try me some! Great work as always!!!
Any way you slice 'em. Hot & salty. It's also the thing about which our son was teasing his boyfriend (a gourmet chef) just minutes before he died. He couldn't wait to order French fries from McDonald's.
Potatoes know how to get around! Fun poem! Well-wrought!
haha, this is my favourite! It must be vinegar! Really loved this Randy!
Omggggg salt and vinegar is my favouriteeee!!! Gosh your poem is making my mouth water so much hahahahaha! I loved it!
Looks and sounds delicious...but I'll takes ketchup, please.
Salt and vinegar is the best on any kind of chip or pardon me or French fries. I want some now.
Damn't Ray! THis made me hungry and I already had supper. This poem is a very tasty treat!
Very well done, now I have to go get a bag of chips too. Thank you for that!!