"tayto" poems
Rip goes the foil that separates my man from his munchies,
like lightning he grabs one,
It is just like me,
a thin lifeless vessel covered in oils and saturated fats,
dangling between his fingers,
his index finger caresses my back while his thumb applies pressure onto my rib cage,
I cant breathe!
Is it him or I?!
Oh to be said crisp,
for him to place my grease upon his lips
and shout allowed I Love Tayto*...
But I am not a crisp,
I shall not reach the same level as a crisp,
I am me a mere man,
A man whose every moment of every day surrounds said Tayto lover.
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 6:33 PM UTC
Tayto Crisps
They taste so great and
They add too much to my waist
But I simply can't resist
These Tayto crisps there
So crunchy and tasty
Clearly my favourite for lunch
And everytime I eat
These Tayto Crisps
I smile so bright
I'm so happy eating
Tayto Crisps every night
Sunflower deep fried
Then carefully dried
Oh my dream is eating Tayto Crisps
And the flavour tastes so great
And I could never live without
My favorite Tayto Crisps.
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
you smell like something i could have
called
home
but now when i look at you
I have to close my eyes
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC