THE FRYER
In the monastery kitchen
in a break with tradition
was a man cooking chips
with a fag in his lips
I was moved to enquire
if he was a friar
To which he replied
with consummate pride:
‘That suggestion’s untrue
it’s one to debunk.
Please let me tell you
I’m a noble chip monk’
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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