Potato Chips

by Simeon Koh

Potato chips.  Potato chips.
I know you’ll add to my hips
Salty, greasy, delicious starch
Soon my tongue you’ll surely parch

I could have healthy crunchy carrots
That will win my mother’s merits
I could have some cheesy Doritos
My life would be more flavorful with those

But when you’re all I want and all I need
Everything else to me is chicken feed
There are many choices of snacks everywhere
But there’s nothing quite like you now, is there?


Simeon Koh