The Dollar Forty Chips

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The Dollar Forty Chips

Post by thestoryteller » Mon Jun 20, 2016 9:23 am

THE DOLLAR FORTY CHIPS

“I’ll have some crispy chips please sir,
that good old Samboy brand.
Tomato ones, atomic too
they sure sound really grand.”
I guess the bright red packaging
it caught the missus eye.
The dollar forty price tag though
near made her darn near cry.
“How much again!” she asked the man,
still reeling from the shock.
“A dollar forty,” old Pete said
and scratched his balding block.
“They’re half the price back home you know,
how come they’re so darn dear?
The flavour’s not atomic mate;
you’re price is though I fear!”
“I’ll bet that you’re a tourist dear,”
suggested Winton Pete.
“You’re bound to be a coastal lass
who hates the flies and heat.
Most spuds down there are local grown,
which makes your chips so cheap,
but if you take a squiz outside
you’ll see there’s only sheep.
You try and dig the ground out there;
it’s more than just a task.
So if you want them chips my dear
one forty’s what I ask.”

Back in the early 1990's we took a trip to Darwin and while stopping over at Winton
Chris went in an bought a packet of potato chips and was flabbergasted by the price.
She kept on going on about it so put her experience down in verse.

© Merv Webster

From the book A Muster of Verse and Yarns
Some days your the pidgeon and other days the statue.

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