CHEESE, PLEASE
Does anything taste better
Than 20-year-old Wisconsin cheddar?
Or a dollop of baked, buttery Brie
On a cracker with seeds of sesame?
I eat cheese morning, noon, and night,
Which probably explains why my pants are so tight.
Whether hard or soft or liquid or gas,
Cheese at my house disappears fast.
Ah, cheese fondue, that heavenly marinade!
The sizzle of saganaki, a cheese lover’s serenade!
And whenever you spot quesadillas on the menu,
You know you’ve chosen the right dining venue.
Feta cheese omelets and cheesy french fries,
Nachos and lasagna served up jumbo size,
French onion soup topped with Gruyere –
I’ll eat them all with a side of cheese tray.
Slices and sticks and spreads, they all rock,
As do wheels and every big, beautiful block.
Any and every cheese configuration
Will get from me a standing ovation.
Mild, moldy, sharp, or creamy,
Salty or sweet – they’re equally dreamy.
Pungent, peppery, blue, white or yellow,
It’s a real shame there’s no limburger Jello.
Oh, to swim freestyle in a giant cheese vat,
Sloshing around in those enzymes and fat.
Or better yet, to fly away in the breeze
And land like an angel on a cloud of cream cheese.
