What Am I?
I'm sliced into slivers and fried up in oil,
Piled high in a tube made of cardboard and foil.
An object of curves, both convex and concave,
I'm a savoury snack that all addicts crave.
I'm sprinkled with salt, or I'm dusted with spice,
Whatever the flavour, I'm ever so nice!
Both crispy and crunchy, I'm easy to crack,
Just one of me leads to you eating the stack!
So answer this question, I ask you to try,
From these clues that I give to you, what am I?
