crinkle the chippies wrinkle the bag savour the salt you're now a potato lad buy the chippies bag after bag don't bother about the belly sag you're now a potato lad wonderous flavours... to be had don't you worry if your skin has gone bad you're now a potato lad cholesteral rising, have trouble prising, your doubled in sizing, couch potato spread. no, not you you're a potato lad don't worry bout that, at least, a third of the world is morbidly fat.
besides my man, you don't need to cry. they went organic, buy, only happy, free range kipfler joys. they reduced the fat, changed the taste. and now your favourite chips, are too expensive to buy. so my boy, you, no longer can afford... to be a potato lad
*here endeth the unhealthy potato lad fad
napowrimo day 10 prompt; write an adverstising jingle
as you can well see my jingle turned feral on me and became a comment a wry look at the adverts reality enjoy with salsa or dip