I like potato chips.

It runs in my family.

The potato chip gene is passed down

To one of us randomly.

 

Some brands are better

But I prefer Lays

Just the original chips except for BBQ

For those I like Jays.

 

I try not to eat them.

They are bad for my health.

If you want to tempt me

I’ll take chips over wealth.

 

Chips are addicting

I have that weird gene.

I crave them often

I am the chip queen.

 

No crunching around me

It hurts my chip brain.

Existing with such limits

Is causing much pain.

 

I need a pill or a potion.

To end my chip habit.

Until then I’ll try to eat carrots.

And make like a rabbit.

 

I know that this poem

Sounds a bit lame

But, my rhyming is off

The chip gene is to  blame.

 

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