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

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Written on 2022-01-27 at 00:22




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