The Power Of Cheese (or is there a potluck at work tomorrow???)
I had a dream last night about a comet in the sky.
It had a tail of brilliant fire that sparked as it flew by.
It circled and it looped and flew ahead at breakneck speed,
until it reached the moon, then slowed, before it could proceed.
The comet had some passengers, they were ten tiny mice
who wanted to scoop cheese from off the moon at any price.
My dream continued on and then I was inside a ship.
My four crewmates told me they searched to find the best cheese dip.
We sailed into the harbor, dropped the anchor, hit the town.
We took along our crackers and commenced to look around.
Once more my dream then took me to a place I'd not yet seen,
where fish and cats and dogs could fly above the clouds so green.
They darted to and fro, then back; they flew along with ease.
The cat said they were looking for that dip made out of cheese.
The dream dip we were searching for, and everyone agrees,
is THE best recipe you'll find for dip that's made from cheese.
Should I prepare the recipe and bring at least three dips?
Or should I just remain content to be in charge of chips?
