Savoring Tangy Temptations
Ode to Salt & Vinegar Chips
No one wants it, more for me,
Tang and crunch I eat with glee.
A simple pleasure, a tasty treat.
Salty and sour, there is no sweet,
The purple bag is mine alone,
No one understands the flavor zone.
Salt and vinegar, flavor divine,
Each crunch is oh so fine.
Every chip brings savory delight,
A symphony of seasoning, perfectly right.
Just a humble potato sliced with care
Transformed by flavor beyond compare.
Baked and formed into perfect chips
The humble potato completely flips.
A simple potato it is no more,
Now it is a snack that I adore.
Others eat the blue or green,
But the purple packet is where I've been.
A simple snack, a childhood treat,
A flavor that you simply cannot beat.
Sometimes in simplicity, we find,
A taste that lingers, endlessly kind.
My childhood was filled with this tasty snack,
A taste that always calls me back.
Salt and vinegar, the perfect pair,
Creating flavor beyond compare.
I will always eat it with glee.
You hate it, more for me.
About the Creator
Emilie Turner
I’m studying my Masters in Creative Writing and love to write! My goal is to become a published author someday soon!
I have a blog at emilieturner.com and I’ll keep posting here to satisfy my writing needs!
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*heads to the kitchen to get a bag of chips.. haha very tempting poem and well written!