so now, here is the thing.
as a kid i was not allowed
crisps.
gran disapproved
& mum had little money,
on her own with four
of us kids to feed.
it is just potato.
i had game chips when
i went to the marsham
court hotel to dance
the new year in. i wore a kilt.
my mother did not come.then
my nice brother went to work
on the railway. one day in secret
he bought me a packet of my own.
early employment as a cook
entailed cooking crisps, oh joy,
& paid for it.
these days i eat them as & when i like.
#salty
sbm.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
so now, here is the thing.
as a kid i was not allowed
crisps.
gran disapproved
& mum had little money,
on her own with four
of us kids to feed.
it is just potato.
i had game chips when
i went to the marsham
court hotel to dance
the new year in. i wore a kilt.
my mother did not come.then
my nice brother went to work
on the railway. one day in secret
he bought me a packet of my own.
early employment as a cook
entailed cooking crisps, oh joy,
& paid for it.
these days i eat them as & when i like.
#salty
sbm.
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