The cheese is dancing under the halogen lights.
Red flags flutter in the wind
and then the cheese dances, and dances
and dances...
Forever out of reach of the blue legged ones.
The mice are playing...or do they call them mouses?
It must be the muses...
gibberish squabbles in the sewers...
Me, you and the mice who muse over the cheese dervishes...
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uhh! My favourite Beatnik. Tui =)
Key to Cheese Dervishes
by Edmund Dasgupta
The poetess is troubled by constant dreams of devouring large quantities of food, preferrably egg and cheese(for further reference, read Judo Ramu'r Bombachak)She has been overdosing on youtube vids of Tom and Jerry as well. However, the reference to whirling dervishes affirms our suspicion about the food craving. Remember how dorbesh got its name?
Evidently, i should be acknowledged because my gtalk id has evidently played the central role in composing this poem.
I like this. :)
so so lurve!
Love the template! And the poem is rather appetizing. I'm trying very hard to resist cracking some bad 'cheese jokes'.
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