Quote:
Originally Posted by kennyc
(In honor of National Poetry Month that starts today!)
That Big Ol’ Potato Chip in the Sky
Now some may not believe
in the potato chip in the sky
but I, I see it rise every morning
and set over the sea every night.
Its supreme thinness
its salty savory taste raining
down upon our wet heads
In the evening as I drift off to sleep
I’m soothed by the thought of
His yumminess filling my tummy,
I’m warm and happy inside.
Kenny A. Chaffin - 4/1/2011
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This is great, but I would change one thing to make it read better (to me).
"His yumminess filling my tumminess"
That really works for me.
Regards
Caleb