There is one thing I knew I would miss
Romano, Parmesan and ever Swiss
not to mention the almighty Cheddar
people always claim, it is better.
But what of others like Provolone,
Wouldn't they be as sad and alone?
Also Brie, American, and even Cream
They'd feel the same, so it would seem.
Though it may smell Limburger too,
Colby, Cottage, if we only knew.
Poor Baby Swiss all by himself,
with Jack and Gouda on the shelf.
Have you ever been to a good party,
where the main dish was Havarti?
Perhaps they chose Mozzarella
if they had some, in the cella.
So many types! So many flavors!
If you ate them all, sign this waiver.
Though it may seem like too many pleases
just remember, it's for the Cheesus!
Author notes
This is about the Cheesiorian religion, it is an excerpt from their book of poetry. I of course wrote this book and am a devoute Cheesist. Please no replies for conversion, my arteries have choosen.
Written August 5th, 2005
A contest entry
- My Bum is on the Cheese by jelliedashes.
312 points, ended August 7, 2005, 16 entries
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Comments
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Lol 'Cheesiorian religion', if there isn't one there ought to be. An altar for the mighty goat's gouda. And I'm hungry again now. Thanks for your delightful entry!
Peace Georgia
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Adored your author note, "my arteries have chosen," especially in combination with your title, since the translation of "Salut" is "Health!"
Nicely rhymed tribute to a lovely variety of savory treats.
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