by justbekozlowski

A bag of chips,

Does not need dips,

They are made from potatoes,

not parsnips.

They need some ketchup,

Maybe mayo,

Salt and vinegar’s,

Here to stayo*

When I say chips,

I don’t mean crisps,

big juicy slices,

not wimpy whisps,

They must be hot,

and wrapped in paper,

If they’re not,

Ask for your money back.



*I will never end a line with the word ‘mayo’ again.


This poem was written following a recent incident in which I decided to order chips for dinner.

I was unsatisfied but there was good wine so I couldn’t complain.

Learn from my mistakes.

Don’t drink good wine.

Be honest.