Fries

I’m having such a crisis.

I don’t know who I am.

I’m not like “Nachos,” “Pizza,” “Shepherd’s Pie” or even “Ham.”

I never feature solo,

I’m never on my own,

I’m never simply “Fries.” What irony. I feel alone.

I’m always served with burgers,

I’m always served with fish.

I’m always on the side, not in the centre of a dish.

So when you plan your dinners,

I have but one request.

Just once a year, have fries. Just fries. I swear, it is the best.

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