The Sauce And The Saucer Poem by Devanshi Khetarpal

Sauce: Hello!
Saucer: Hello!
Sauce: Are you copying me?
Saucer: Are you copying me?
Sauce: No.
Saucer: No.
Sauce: You are!
Saucer: You are!
Sauce: You started it!
Saucer: You started it!
Sauce: Stop it right now!
Saucer: Stop it right now!
Sauce: Say something different.
Saucer: Something different.
Sauce: Good! That breaks the monotony.
Saucer: Good! That breaks the monotony.
Sauce: You started again!
Saucer: You started again!
Sauce: Oh! I know. I am not asking you to reiterate after me.
Saucer: Oh! I know. I am not asking you to reiterate after me
Sauce: No! No! No! I mean it seriously. Now, please stop repeating- and you aren't supposed to repeat this.
Saucer: Oh!
Sauce: What do you do?
Saucer: I make sauces.
Sauce: I am a sauce. Does that mean you've made me?
Saucer: I acquiesce.
Sauce: That's impossible.
Saucer: Everything's possible.
Sauce: How is that possible?
Saucer: Possibly, because every man has tried changing the impossible into possible and tried all the possible ways of doing it.
Sauce: Well, that's not possible.
Saucer: If something is impossible, possibly you will try all the possible ways of turning it into possible so that nothing is left impossible. Possibly, every man has tried to change the impossible into possible and so comes the saying. You have to take all the possibilities into account.
Sauce: I didn't get it.
Saucer: Me neither.
Sauce: What about the weather?
Saucer: You mean the conditions for changing the impossible into possible?
Sauce: No, the W-E-A-T-H-E-R!
Saucer: It's hot.
Sauce: That means summer has started.
Saucer: Do you like summers?
Sauce: Yes.
Saucer: Me too only if it isn't hot.
Sauce: And the winter?
Saucer: If they aren't cold.
Sauce: Spring?
Saucer: If there isn't a surplus of flowers and bees.
Sauce: Autumn?
Saucer: Only if the trees don't shed their leaves.
Sauce: You're odd.
Saucer: You're applesauce.
Sauce: Tomato.
Saucer: Your vocabulary is weak.
Sauce: Not as weak as yours.
Saucer: Really? Do you know of the words 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' and 'honorificabilitudinitatibus'?
Sauce: Uh...no. But have you heard the words 'parafliglade' and 'bogginjot'?
Saucer: No. What do they mean?
Sauce: I made them up right now. Haven't really thought on the meaning.
Saucer: Please do. Let's talk on something else.
Sauce: Where do you live?
Saucer: On earth.
Sauce: Why not on Mars?
Saucer: Haven't got a manse, do I?
Sauce: Is it that expensive?
Saucer: Even if I sold a billion sauces, I wouldn't get a fraction of the money.
Sauce: Have you made a panoply of sauces yet?
Saucer: Sure. All sorts.
Sauce: Which one do you like most?
Saucer: Tomato sauce.
Sauce: I am a tomato sauce.
Saucer: I'd like to eat you.
Sauce: That's unfair.
Saucer: Ethically, yes. But you've got to be scientific in thought.
Sauce: I'm a sauce. There's no science and ethics in me.
Saucer: How do you even know that?
Sauce: I feel it within me.
Saucer: You mean, you feel you're just meant to be devoured upon?
Sauce: Not really.
Saucer: This is getting complicated.
Sauce: How do you even know that?
Saucer: I feel it within me.
Sauce: You mean, you feel that this conversation is just not turning the way you want it to?
Saucer: Not really.
Sauce: Didn't we copy each other again?
Saucer: No.
Sauce: Thank heavens! We are not doing that again, are we?
Saucer: We haven't done that yet.
Sauce: What shall we do then?
Saucer: I reminisce a time when I was in a dilemma.
Sauce: What did you do then?
Saucer: I didn't know what to write a poem on. So, I decided to write a poem on writing a poem.
Sauce: You mean, we must think of something to do while we are thinking of something to do?
Saucer: Precisely.
Sauce: Well, but what will we do while we are thinking of something to do?
Saucer: I don't quite know that.
Sauce: Then, what shall we do?
Saucer: I don't know.
Sauce: What is it that you don't know.
Saucer: I don't know what I don't know.
Sauce: Aren't we trying to complicate things?
Saucer: Maybe we are. But that's life.
Sauce: What is life? I haven't heard of it.
Saucer: A thing more beautiful than the aureate drops of sun, the starry sky. Life glistens over the mountain tops where the tide reaches the sky and the air buzzes with flowers and there are bumblebees all around. It is a dimension where lions serenade the crescent moon.
Sauce: Sounds nice! But it seems more like a place than a thing.
Saucer: It is a fervour which is thought to be a thing as beautiful as the place I described.
Sauce: Really?
Saucer: Really!
Sauce: We are aping each other again.
Saucer: What do we do now?
Sauce: We are complicating things.
Saucer: I guess it's time for us to say goodbye.
Sauce: Bye!
Saucer: Bye!
Sauce: Stop copying me!
Saucer: Stop copying me!
Sauce: You started it!
Saucer: You started it!