Jeff Bridges loved crisps with ridges.
Deep ones. Long ones.
Proper dusty flavoured ones.
The kind that made his nose twitch,
His eyes widen, his tongue dance,
His tastebuds paint a picture of simpler times –
A time of climbing trees, jumping in puddles,
Making mistakes and learning from them,
Nuanced debate, helping out your neighbour,
Singing in the bath, smiling at strangers.
Jeff Bridges loved crisps with ridges
(But not shitty cheese and onion ones. Yuck!)

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Ozzy Osbourne
Loved Marmy Marmite
On burny burnt toast
In the morny morning.

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Nelly Furtado perched in a tree,
Swallowed a worm and shat
On the head of a passerby.
Told ya, she said.

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Zoë Kravitz
Named all her rabbits
Lenny. It was how she coped.

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Gary Lineker
Poured vinegar into each ear
And sang, in a high-pitched squeal,
I’m a crisp, a crisp,
A big, fat, tasty crisp.
As soon as the director yelled, Cut!,
Gary sprinted to his trailer
And over-head kicked some prawn cocktail
Across the room into his son’s gob.

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Anna Faris
Collected Ferrets,
But only from Paris.
She gave them names
Like ‘Eif-ferret Tower’
And ‘The Arc de Triomphe-rret’
And ‘Notre-Dame That’s a Good Looking Ferret’.
It was harmless fun.

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Karen Gillan would often miss Matt Smith.
She’d do stuff like pretend a wardrobe
Was a TARDIS, climb in and whisper,
Hello, Doctor.
She upset many IKEA customers.

© Carl Burkitt 2019