by Wayne David Knoll
I Like Chips!
Thick, fat, greasy chips
Salty and hot
Golden, tasty,'tato chips
And I like a lot
Chips are easy
Chips are fun;
Not too greasy
Chips are YUUUM!
Hamburgers? They're OK,
'N fish passes -in a pinch;
Best of all - I like just chips,
'Cause chips are cinch.
Chips are easy
Chips are fun;
Not too greasy
Chips are YUM!
Chips come wrapped
in paper parcels
D’licious as
a payday treat!
Chips fill ya' till
ya' belly's full
Chips are just
great to eat.
Chips are easy
Chips are fun;
Not too greasy
Chips are YUUUM!
I Like Chips!
Thick, fat, greasy chips
Salty and hot
Golden, tasty,'tato chips
And I like a lot.
The only trouble,
though, -with chips !
Me belly pushes down
me zip!
1993 © Wayne David Knoll
About Me
- Wayne D Knoll
- I am a 4th-to-6th generation Australian of Silesian (Prusso-Polish), Welsh, Schwabian-Württemberg German, yeoman English, Scots, & Cornish stock; all free settlers who emigrated between 1848-1893 as colonial pioneers. I am the 2nd of 7 brothers and a sister raised on the income off 23 acres. I therefore belong to an Australian Peasantry which historians claim doesn't exist. I began to have outbreaks of poetry in 1975 when training for a Diploma of Mission Theology in Melbourne. I've since done a BA in Literature and Professional Writing and Post-graduate Honours in Australian History. My poem chapbook 'Compost of Dreams' was published in 1994. I have built a house of trees and mud-bricks, worked forests, lived as a new-pioneer, fathered-n-raised two sons and a daughter, and am now a proud grandfather. I have worked as truck fresh-food farmer, a freelance foliage-provider, been a member of a travelling Christian Arts troupe, worked as duty officer and conflict resolutionist with homeless alcoholic men, been editor/publisher of a Journal of Literature for Christian Pilgrimage, a frontier researcher, done poetry in performance seminars in schools and public events.