Ode to my ChipShot

Warning: what follows is crap masquerading as poetry. Really, it's going to be pretty bad. If you love poetry, look away before your eyes begin to bleed. I'm feeling a bit silly and, well, this is the result. This butchered attempt at poetry is for anyone who has ever bought an "As seen on TV" product and loved it.

*Ode to my ChipShot

Knives and spoons and gadgets galore

but it's not enough., I still want more

I want potatoes cut thin and cooked hot

To do that I really need my ChipShot

It really is odd, kin of funny looking 

but damn does it help with potato cooking

It slices them cleanly, smooth or with ripples

so papery thin they won't cover my nipples

Since potato pasties have been ruled out

I'll cook them divinely and you'll want to shout

Thank Gawd for the ChipShot

and potatoes so hot!

*no nipples were assaulted by potatoes in pursuit of poetic inspiration
And...I warned you it was BAD!