Sharing?

I run for crinkled chips

to share with my best mates.

Skipping down a yellow beach,

I kick at racing shadows

and whoops - chips grin back

from filthy sand

 

but a few gilded beauties

linger in the plastic tray.

 

A mardy-thought;

a quick fox-glance:

my mates are playing cricket.

Eat the clean ones quick!

 

Then time to share the awesome news:

of detritus.