Poem for her 295

Dear Readers,



Crisp Potato Chaps and the Chip


The chip sat that on the table
Then the chip looked longingly
At the Girl she was sitting there
At the couch she was writing in a book
The chip had been there all night
And had been there when the bag
...was opened and then was there on the
...table all by chip's self
The bag lay there closed
But just smelling of those Crisp
...Potato Chaps of sauce
...The spring air filled the room
...But also salt spray and vinegar
The girl smiled and said something
Chip could not hear
Could Potato Chaps hear?
We all wonder things though
So the chip sat there and wondered
What was she thinking
What was she going to do with Chip
Was she going to leave chip there
Or join the other friends
No clue
So sad the story could go on and on
Then Fid knocked on the door
The girl got up and
Grabbed Chip and left the room.


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.