What is ranch?
The flavor of barn?
Dill is a shock taste,
does nothing but harm.
I don’t know about all dressed
Seems like far too many clothes
Plain is great for dip,
Which you could loose,
you never know
Ketchup is just stupid
and it leaves your hands all red
As for the same name,
leave it for the barbeque instead.
I don’t know how to end this,
But has it only rhymes with bunyon
It’s the one chip that I love,
It’s my sour cream and onion.
I dont think that your symbolism has enough hints in it to be of any value to the readers, im sorry. Do you have an objective version of the general message of this data? Did you just write it for your own pleasure?
The name of the thread made me think that it had a very deep meaning, but i got nothing out of it so was wondering if you could help clerify, thanks.
Umm…
LOL…
that made my day,
Gobbo, correct me if im wrong but,
your a funny girl and that was cure. 
Have a great day!
I’m gonna be honest here… I’m fucking sloshed… but I still have no idea what you’re talking about.
Shit… hmhmhmhm…
…s…sloshed?..
What i was asking was what was the true meaning of your poem?
It looked almost like a whimsical self expression that was spawned by state of mind rather then communication about some part of the real world.
Posting sucks, lets just chat and waste our time that way.
Its better then TV, atleast its semi social.
Do you have msn or yahoo chat?
If you do you can PM me the contact address.
The poem is about how I like sour cream and onion chips.
The title is a joke.