Cheese…

Cheese…

Apparently the moon is made of cheese,

the creamed variety I’m told.

If it’s good enough for my lunar friend,

it’s more than ok for me.

~

I like to stare at cheese in the deli joint,

such a handsome lot they are.

Sometimes they dish it out for free,

I grab more then my share.

~

As a nipper I liked it with lettuce,

in a sandwich made by my Dad.

Off topic a little here I know,

but I miss him very much.

~

After dinner I like a cheese board,

a taste of heaven indeed.

I even enjoy the pungent ones,

though I draw the line at Roquefort.

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I’m a master of cheese on toast,

Worcestershire sauce is the key.

It needs to be slightly burned,

and bubbling from the heat.

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The names of cheeses are ace,

Gorgonzola the best of for me.

Reminds me of a love I lost,

for no real reason at all.

~

When they finally change the law,

I’ll marry my sweetheart Edam.

We’ll have Babybel’s by the dozen,

and live in the Cheddar Gorge.

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