Moon Oh Moon

Twilight changes to dusk, The time when the gibberish and shy cheese mould comes from nowhere along with a line of infinity sparks. They resemble tiny dots of light, which reminds me of the luminescent light balls which shower from the human eye onto the desk of marks, This cheese is very attractive; isn’t it the platform for lovers to unite? Generally cheese doesn’t smell pleasant, but I can bicker with this point, Have you ever pondered on why does the moon have so many craters? It is due to the dispute, “the cheese mould Vs the foreign dusk invader” Who will steal victory, the sun or the moon? “Mom, is that cheese mould edible” asks one, “No dear, not to you” is her command, “Can I fly to it in a spaceship” is one’s demand, “Yes you can, if you can” is her answer. We depend on a cheese mould when darkness sets in, Why do you think we must eat cheese? Cheese stimulates our organs to be bio-luminescent and a guide in darkness with ease! Sorry moon; are you a cottage cheese?