Wish to Cook
Wish. I hope to happen.Fishing is, what I happen to do.Cooking fish for dish, is my duty.Fish the dish was delicious, If you like it.Chef , was my wish to become.Hope . My Dish look good for others.One fine day: I happen to cook before chief.My wish came through fish.Me put an knife over the fish. Tried to smash its head.With quick jerk ,it rumbled on floor.I happen to jump back , to get it.It looked so sweet , I could have kissed it.“Chance could miss you”, thought my wish.“No rumble. If you, I will grumble” me barked upon fish.Fish stood with me , to make my dish.Me looked happy and dish was ready.But me felt vexed with cooking.One fish left for me to my dish.My Wish , made my dish look delicious.But I had taken a soul to my sake.I bet my mate to my fate.So, I gave my wish to my fish.Left my chef job, to rob my heart from me.So that I can control my wishes.My shell to make dish is a fake,I wake up to make my life happy.“ Never wish to miss my happy,”1