There was an old man with a beard
Who said, "It's just as I feared--
Two owls and a hen,
Four larks and a wren
Oh, wait, that's Edward Lear.
Man, I got nothin'.
Hm. I'm eating salt and vinegar potato chips.
Salt takes the shine off
the grass, turns the roads
to frozen rivers. It eats
bridges, cars, sidewalks, slugs,
sails, scars. It rubs remembrance
It separates tap water
from tears. It brings the potato
back to life.
My oven timer just went off. Time to check the pie. No, that's not part of the poem-let.