[Kyle]

Ah who am I kidding, she is a chip shop girl and I'm just a lowly gardener, it was never going to be,


An ode to a chip shop lady;


Oh chip shop girl,
Your eyes were bright
Like Turkish delight
Or perhaps a Viennese whirl

Oh chip shop lady,
You gave me good meat,
You were ever so sweet,
If only I could give you my gravy

Did you want to poison me?
You gave me that food
I pictured you nude
But alas it was never to be.

Fin