Cheesy Love Poem
I rated
The things you did with cheese
When you grated
Over lasagne for your guests
And your breasts, for me.
I made goals
Elaborate plans that my hands
Tried to clutch.
But I fumbled
And Danish Blue, like you
I crumbled.
Parmesan is hard
Like your heart
And from the start I knew this
But still I remember a softness
More like brie
To me.
I may have been addicted
But then you predicted I would be.
I indulged in a Red Leicester’s delights
But it festers
This feeling within me
And with dread I now tread
Caerphilly.
I know these lines might seem cheesy
And you’ll think that it’s easy, and there’s better I can do
But as my tongue slinks around a feta
I thinks
Define ‘better’
Cheese is just a meta_phor
And I’m better for
Tasting all that life has to offer.
Well not all.
Some bits take the biscuit
And when you feel beaten
Are better left
Uneaten.
The things you did with cheese
When you grated
Over lasagne for your guests
And your breasts, for me.
I made goals
Elaborate plans that my hands
Tried to clutch.
But I fumbled
And Danish Blue, like you
I crumbled.
Parmesan is hard
Like your heart
And from the start I knew this
But still I remember a softness
More like brie
To me.
I may have been addicted
But then you predicted I would be.
I indulged in a Red Leicester’s delights
But it festers
This feeling within me
And with dread I now tread
Caerphilly.
I know these lines might seem cheesy
And you’ll think that it’s easy, and there’s better I can do
But as my tongue slinks around a feta
I thinks
Define ‘better’
Cheese is just a meta_phor
And I’m better for
Tasting all that life has to offer.
Well not all.
Some bits take the biscuit
And when you feel beaten
Are better left
Uneaten.
