Once you pop you can't stop

Chips falling from the sky

Eating them puts inches on your thighs

What a dilemma

What should I do?

I'm no Saint what about you?

I'll pop them.in my mouth one by one

Slowly coming undone

Forget the inches on the thighs

I wish to enjoy the rest of my life 😀

Late dining

Tick tock the sound I heard as I laid in my bed

Turn my head the clock showed 3 Am

What to do, I have tossed and turned since 10

As I laid there my mind starts to think my tummy need a goodnight treat.

I said to myself oh no, I can’t, I weigh too much and my wife will be mad

But next thing I knew, I had flown out of bed, down to the kitchen I was headed.

I was sure that I was being quiet not to wake my better half, if she knew I would be dead

I open the fridge and to my delight, all kinds of goodie caught my eye

There was roast beef and cheese, lettuce, tomato, red onions and a dill pickle.

I grabbed some sourdough, all I needed was condiments

I put that sandwich together what a work of art

I placed my meal on the dining table, wait I still need some chips and a soda.

Now I’m all set, as I was seating in my chair I pick up the chips I plan to put some on my plate

Well it was quite a task, that damn bag would not open

I pulled and I twisted, I even tried to smash it

Now I know I should have got some scissors, but I could not do that, after all I’m a man and no little bag is going to defeat me

So with one big breath, both hands took grip, with muscles taunt I pull that bag apart, chips went flying everywhere

It hit me with a flash at what just happen, the bag I torn to shreds left chips all over the place, now panic hit my face

I jump from my seat so that I could clean up my mess

While getting up my left hand swung out hitting my drink

The can tip over and soda flowed onto the table then down to the floor, not only that but on one of my wife’s favorite tablecloth was now all wet

Oh what to do I must think fast, I need to pick up the chips and dry up the soda and do it fast

Well I put down a cloth to dry up the floor and other cloth on the table doing good so far

I said to myself I can pick up the chips and eat what I can I’m not wasting a buck here, these chips on the table are still a good treat

I need to get down on the floor to pick up the litter

As I bent down, my backside hit the chair pushing into my wife’s china hutch, I tried to catch it but without any luck

Of course it broke the glass door of that old hutch

It hit with such force two plates of my wife’s special china came out of their space and broke all over the place.

Now if this was not a enough as I reach for the chair I accidently hit the plate with my wonderful sandwich, you guess it, yea, it took flite soon raining down tomatoes, lettuce, red onion pickles, roast beef, cheese and the bread.

Now on my knees I knew I had to be quick

But suddenly the light in the room come on and feeling come over me that I was not alone

I turn on my knees to see two legs and two feet, the left one was tapping, I knew that was not good, I was hoping that those legs belong to the Pope, damn he would forgive me. Aw, but no such luck, for one thing I don’t think he shaves his legs

Then it struck, I heard my name, She was not happy that I’m sure of, what say what can I do

I said what any man would say I told this house is haunted, I found it this way!

Oh golden chips you call my name,

"No," I cry. "Please,"I must refrain.

Oh, the calories, the added pounds,

I reach for one, and gobble it down.

© Cynthia Clark

Potato Chips

I try to eat a few.

Then I reach for a few more.

Then a few more.

The salt carvings kick in

and I grab a few more.

So addictive.

Chomp! Chomp!

I look at the

potato chip bag.

It is empty.

Sigh!

Now I can't have any more.

Just once, I'd like to eat

just one potato chip.

Manna rains from

heaven,

but tastes good,

it smells good, and

conquer hunger of

many.

Rain falls from heaven,

gives soul water to drink, and

quenches thirst of

many.

Flying yellow chips,

welcome,

where do you come

from?

From Orient or Occident?

Coming as a meal or

UFO?

To fight hunger or

on fancy parade?

To a tell a story or

to be a story.

Yellow Chips,

whatever your mission,

whatever your agenda,

but

leave behind aroma of

love,

just,

leave behind a perfect

taste,

tongue will never forget.

Yellow Chips,

wherever your abode,

humans welcome you.

Chips falling from above

wheres the dip that I love

plunked in

and

swirled through

a big glob and more than a few!!!