Ode to a French Fry

Crispy skin, golden hue,
You are my one true love.
You are salty,
But I am sweet on you.

You make my mouth water,
With just the sound of your name.
No other holds a candle to you.
You are the one and only.

My dear French Fry!

You go so well
With a burger and shake.
Porthos of the trio
Without whom the others remain a poor duo.

Best enjoyed,
When you are in oodles,
Sometimes even with noodles,
Or just with ketchup.

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