Ode to Crisps

ODE TO CRISPS
Twas the night before weigh-in
And sat on the shelf
Was a packet of crisps
All by itself.
The flavour was cheddar
And onion too
I felt like I wanted them
At quarter past two

I got out of bed
And crept down the stairs
Hoping, just hoping
The pack was still there.
I opened the door
And peeked inside
There on the shelf
They sat with such pride

The shiny black packet
With writing so bold
Was a brilliant sight
Wondrous to behold.
My hand snuck in silently
To reach for the pack
I really, just really
Wanted a snack.


With stealth and precision
I opened the bag
And took a deep sniff
Oh what a drag!
I felt really guilty
My conscience kicked in
Should I decide to throw
Them all in the bin?

Oh what a dilemma
What should I do?
I fancied a snack
At quarter past two
I think I should trust
My instinct again
And throw them away
And never complain

So I opened the lid
And threw them right in
To join the biscuits
At the bottom of the bin!
Then upstairs I went
Feeling so smug
I got under the duvet
And felt really snug

From my book of crazy poems - Larger Than Life on Rollerskates

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Larger-Than-Rollerskates-Carolyn-Davison/dp/0956157300/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1255553898&sr=1-1

http://www.amazon.com/Larger-Than-Rollerskates-Carolyn-Davison/dp/0956157300/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1255553898&sr=1-1