My Poem About Cheese

Cheese.

Cheese. Cheese…Glorious cheese.

Delightful cheese!

Delicious geese!

I love cheese because cheese can be eaten on its own!

…In lumps, or morsels. Or slivers off the end of a knife.

 I love geese, because geese can be eaten on their own!

…In lumps or morsels. Or slivers off the end of a knife.

Cheese.

Some people put jam on top of it. Some people melt it. Some people say that it smells. But all people see it.

On the shelves in the supermarket…cheese! Cheese! CHEESE!

GLORIOUS CHEESE!

Some cheeses have wrappers. Some cheeses you have to peel. But all cheeses can be eaten on crackers or just before bed time.

I say: Hear Hear To Cheese! We salute your versatility!

You go with all things!

Bread, crackers, meats and burger buns! Garlic breads, bacon, pasta, and poultry! Pizza wouldn't exist if it weren't for you, cheese!

Austrian cheeses! Processed cheeses! Mature cheeses! Slimey green cheeses! Hard cheeses! Soft spread cheeses!

Emmenthal, Red Leister, Roquefort, Camembert, Mature Cheddar, Danish Blue, Edam, Feta, Havarti…All Gods in my refridgerator! Elevated to top shelf status! All lined up with best before dates facing outward! Surrounded by other, lesser foods in the heirachy of refridgeratedness!

My grandmother always used to say…There's nothing better than feta cheese crumbeling in your hands on a warm sunny day in July.

And she used to tell us how unlucky it was to open umbrellas inside the house, or eat cheese in the shed.

But I am sad and unhappy.

For all the cheese is missing and the geese are all gone now.

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