Explanation of French Fries


By

David Wallace Fleming

You see, some French fries hot
And some French fries not
But if you’re a French fry
You gotta give it all you got
You gotta give it all you got
Cause you ain’t no tattor tot
You’re a greasy, mean French Fry
Tied in a knot

Sure,
French fries like ketchup
They also love salt
It’s not their fault
Born a French fry
Die a French fry
Screaming,
“Gimmie more salt!”

If a French fry wanted to get a job
He wouldn’t come in dressed like no slob
He’d waltz in slicked up in his fancy French fry suit
You’d request to pose a question and he’d say, “Shoot.”
You’d say, “What’s a French fry need a paycheck for?”
He’d reply, “I’m kinda salty now but I could always use more!”


About davidwallacefleming

David Wallace Fleming is a U.S. writer, living in Austin, Texas. He is the author of the coming-of-age, social media novel GROWING UP WIRED, and the satirical science fiction audiobook, NOT FROM CONCENTRATE.
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6 Responses to Explanation of French Fries

  1. drewpan says:

    Awesome! I love me some french fries. And typographically, your post looks like a chess piece! Was that intentional?

    • I wrote this piece in college, actually. Staring at a plate of french fries. When I went to put it up on the blog this morning, I knew that typography would be important in a poem put up on a blog. So, I made a few adjustments to make something more asthetically pleasing. Interestingly, it expresses the natural cadence a little better I think.

  2. Mason says:

    Liked it!

  3. elizabeth210 says:

    Nice! A whole new outlook on french fries! Well done!

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