Oh subterranean jewel of starch and carb…
O subterranean jewel of starch and carb
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
They dress you up in glorious crinkly garb,
Teasing me, in hopes of getting Lays.
And Pringles, how I love to hear you crunch,
Your precious bodies tube-stacked back to back.
Though relegated oftentimes to lunch,
For me, you are sheer sustenance, like crack.
Barbecue and sour cream and cheddar,
These flavorful patinas make me drool
Like Pavlov's dog was it an Irish Setter?
(Though hopefully not one who eats his stool).
This sonnet has become most sick and vexing,
The jump from chips to feces is perplexing.
Sent as a joke to poetry.com
