Chips are found on a hostile one’s shoulder <br />When very irate, they’re large as a boulder <br />Also spotted in a golfer’s short swing <br />We see they’re around most any old thing <br /> <br />Gamblers amass and stack chips up high <br />Would love to stack them up to the sky <br />Deliciously eaten, these slivers of spud <br />Contentedly chewed much as cows chew their cud <br /> <br />The English delight, fulfilling their wishes <br />Devouring chips with their dishes of fishes <br />The Colonies import this unique tasty morsel <br />Chips are delicious with fins and with dorsal <br /> <br />We’ve given these tips on the subject at hand <br />The subject is chips, you by now understand <br />The history of chips goes way back in time <br />But do chips deserve to be put into rhyme?<br /><br />Stanley Cooper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chips/
