To the crisp potato chip
your salty flavor on my tongue,
You elevate my love for life
up at least another rung,
So few your numbers in a bag
Why so cheap your CEO,
just open wide, don’t be a drag
and fill the bag – just let her go.
How grand twood be, would make my days
to find a bag so full of Lays
even I, would spring for dip –
should I find another chip.
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