Crisps (an acrostic poem)

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Crunchy chips deliver their payload of salt and carbs

Rallying my taste buds into a feeding frenzy

It becomes an addictive craving that must be met

Soon the bag is consumed, and I look around

People at the grocery store are looking at me weirdly

So what you’re saying is should have waited till I got home?

2 thoughts on “Crisps (an acrostic poem)

  1. That wasn’t written on the bag.
    So crisp and tasty. 🙂

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