Chips and Gravy
The dance in the kitchen
Begins to take place
As kitchen utensils
They shall fill this space
The kettle is boiling
The granules sit still
Awaiting their fortune
To show off their skill
The chips do their own dance
They turn golden brown
As each second passes
We watch the countdown
And then comes the moment
When these two shall meet
To form this great marriage
And make a great treat
Three cheers for this great dish
Where joy does come from
The moment you tuck in
It’s om nom nom nom
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