Crisps, I love them. Crisps, they are the best, <br />A crunchy consolation, whenever I'm depressed. <br />Crisps are the real thing, they make me feel exalted, <br />Be they cheese and onion, chicken, beef, <br />Or plain old ready salted. <br />When I eat a bag of crisps I never want to stop, <br />How I wish the manufacturers would fill them to the top. <br />Crisps are delicious, crisps are sublime, <br />If crisps were illegal I'd end up doing time, <br />And if ever I was robbed, and all my things were taken, <br />I pray to God they'd leave behind a bag of smoky bacon.<br /><br />marvin cheeseman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crisps/
