Poem: A Chip Off The Old Block.
A Chip Off The Old Block.
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I really, really do love chips
They are my favourite food,
They make me feel much better
When I’m in a horrid mood.
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Chip sarnies, chip butties
And fish and chip teas,
Just cook me some chips
If you’re trying to please.
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My Father loves chips
He can eat more than me.
If Mum wants her own way
She cooks them for tea.
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There’s chips with tomatoes
And chips, egg and ham
I don’t think he’d think twice
About chips and jam.
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My Grandad still loves chips
But he likes them cold,
He likes them for breakfast
Or so I’ve been told.
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When I have a birthday
They’re my party tea,
A chip off the old block
Like Father, that’s me.
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