“CHESSE
Of
Dip”
I went right when I went wrong.
I went wrong when I was right write!!
Small world,
Small sight.
I always saw
a day,
In dark of a
night.
What we want is a CHEeSE ,
We dream opportunity is “Bread” speak.
What spook to speak nightmarish is “dip”,
But what we ask and serve is just “cheese of dip”.
I went right,
I went wrong.
I hunted for
cheese,
The world
taunted “NO” please.
When I woke from slangy sleep,
I was hungry to back my cheese.
Night was full of gross of dirty soar,
But dream feasted me “no cheese was sour”.
We dream a
cheesy dreams,
We look
routes reroutes the routes.
We forget the
plate we cheese and bread,
We bargain
routes of cheese dips with bread as flavor.
We reroute the routes as reboot of life,
We bargain cheese for dips as consolations in life.
We coin the “dips” as cheese we wanted in life’
But we sink deep deal of dip in lieu of cheese as life.
I thought I
had enough of bread on plate,
But speaking
of bread I had nothing to bake!
Before bread
I looked here there far as fear bear,
But just
found just gest of handful cheese dip near!
I went right, I went wrong.
I went wrong, I was right write!!
I was very happy to smelly dip as peppy,
But found over bread dip very petty.
I was served in pretty bowl my cheese as silk smooth dip,
Which I thought can hardly wet most of tips.
I said I
asked for cheese and not a dip!’
I spread fast
dip shredded hard over as sip.
I said but
you taste different over a region,
But I spread
fast to cover taste over region.
Dip we drain down for new trip of tip,
Dip we lean out as sink a soak for our thing.
We forget the route for which we sail far lane,
We find dark score for all we walk and not the cheese we
haul.
Cheese or dip
is what we all need,
We change as
exchange all what we need.
We lose the
grip over cheese or dip,
Or say we get
confused between better or best.
We taste one over others,
We find other than “ours” to be better for corner.
We confuse the conscious as better as a pull,
But we get confused for getting better or best as cull.
Buy what
cheese you want ever in life,
Over the dip
of same cheese as surrogate piece.
One is hand
full bowl with silky smooth lease,
But truth is
we cheese as life what we look in dream.
Cheese is cheese hold before life spills the beans,
Dip is dip think twice before knife rolls knell.
Cheese is what you always want as dream,
Dip do taste pinch of cheese but pious not!!
We often get
courage to muddled between two,
When twins
are identical but not real one.
We get
confused often when we see two,
Thy smelt
same but taste……taste are never one.
To have cheese is choice of we want one,
To have dip over cheese is preference over choice.
Dip can be proxy as chef’s choice,
But “cheese of dip” is not same as “cheese” over choice.
Inked by: d’pen
Dip is illuminated illusion of cheese
