Chips

Chips! 

Chips! 

Lick your lips! 

Get some dips 

and swing your hips. 

Forget about life’s blips 

And drips, 

Just get a plate of chips! 

 

When the winter snow, it nips, 

And pierces like a thousand whips, 

And devastating north wind rips, 

Be heated with a plate of chips! 

 

Oh, chips and chips 

And chips and chips 

Oh, heed my tips 

And eat your chips. 

 

No acid trips 

Or pancake flips 

Or sherry sips 

Compare to chips. 

On land or ships 

Oh, get to grips 

With potato strips. 

They’ve got no pips. 

 

My heart, it skips, 

My memory slips, 

My mind, it kips 

And dreams of chips. 

 

Chips. 

 

Poetry

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