I threw a chip into the dip
And found it would not float
I would not cease and found a piece
I made into a boat
Upon a sea, most garlicky,
My ship sailed proud and tall
Til run ashore on mushroom spore
It answered siren's call
It took not long to right this wrong
And send it on it's way
It's final trip, my sailing chip
Rests in my stomach's bay
~November 9, 1998
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