PLASTICATED

I went into the park cafe,
Had plastic chips.
Covered in plastic cheese,
On a plastic plate.
Not to sure which one I ate.

The chips were hot,
The cheese was not.
Chips hiding,
Grease within.

Why did they give me,
Skinny chips. with
High fat cheese,
It's not as though I'm on a diet.
For money I paid though,
Thought I'd better try it.

For the way that it tasted,
And money it wasted.
Should have stuck my
Plastic money, In a plastic bin.





Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-27 at 00:22

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LacyxDevine The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done! It made laugh and smile the entire time I was reading it.
2022-01-27


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This certainly gave me a wry smile, Alan. Nice one. How true!
Allen
2022-01-27