Immediately, just from glancing at the title, I could guess that this poem is written by someone from America. This is because of the varied dialect from English – they say ‘Potato Chips’ whereas we would say ‘Crisps’.

Something that caught my eye, was the surprising intimate register between the poet and the chip ‘I love it’s funny wrinkles’. I found this interesting due to the contrast between line one and three, line one uses language that sounds as if the subject is petty, minuscule, random by using the word ‘something’ to describe it and then in line three, the poet selects qualities ‘quirks’ that’s admired by them-self - ‘funny wrinkles’. The word ‘funny’ could cause offence unless used in a close friendly format which by the use of ‘love’ (a word with strong connotations) it is – that’s why this poem could cause confusion.