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