An Ode to Potato Chips

In former years and days gone by, it seemed

To me our love affair would never end.

I never could have even wildly dreamed

That to my body, sickness you would lend.

Yet here I am, a weakened woman scorned;

Your crispy goodness no more to be mine,

For in my body damage you have done.

Where once you settled happily adorned

The grease within you aches me, and in fine,

I bid farewell to thee, good-bye, you've won.