The perfect food for me A chippy tea
I can smell them chips as I write ♥️✍️
The perfect food for me A chippy tea
It’s Friday night, the time is right
To get a chippy tea.
I am so happy, tears roll down my face
My favourite food for me.
I have never liked that fancy grub,
I am simple as can be.
While you’re all eating caviar,
I’ll be eating my chippy tea.
A battered cod with mushy peas,
The salt and vinegar tang,
The crispy chips, the perfect treat
It’s where my heart will hang.
While others sip their vintage wines
And savor crème brûlée,
I’ll raise my can if fizzy pop,
To my humble chippy tea.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
I like this
I love fish and chips (salt and vinegar). Another delicious read. Good job.