Posted in English poetry, Mindful

Here the Crunch


Orange chips have just fallen,

Yet are not trodden,

Green chips come along,

Red have their own throng,

Yellow and pink,

Come in the rink,

Then all melancholy wink,

And wait for a sink!

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