THE SMELL OF CHEESE IS IN THE AIR,
AND THAT IS MY FAVORITE SCENT.
NO OTHER ODOR CAN COMPARE
WITH AROMA SO EXCELLENT.
IF I PROMISE YOU I'LL BE NICE,
WILL YOU LEAVE ME A SLICE ON THE FLOOR
IT'S A CRAVING FOR ALL US MICE,
AND WE'RE ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE
LIMBURGER SMELLS AWFULLY GOOD,
I LOVE BRIE, BLEU, ALSO CHEDDAR,
I'D DIE FOR ROGUERFORT, I WOULD-
DON'T ASK ME WHICH I LIKE BETTER.
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WHY, I'D SETTLE FOR COTTAGE CHEESE,
ALTHOUGH I DO PREFER TO CHEW.
SO, WON'T YOU DROP A FEW BITS, PLEASE
FOR GUESTS IT'S THE LEAST YOU CAN DO
OR, IF YOU PREFER, IT'S ALRIGHT
TO STICK IT IN THAT WOODEN THING,
THEN HIDE IT AWAY OUT OF SIGHT,
WHERE I'LL SAFELY RELEASE THE SPRING.
Graphic and poem by:
© Richard McCuskerj (jotoma@bellsouth.net)
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