Wednesday, April 04, 2012


Down in the depths of this dismal disease
that batters my body and buckles my knees,
restricted repasts are a regular chore
but now, I am nettled like never before,
denied my delectable cheese.

What previous crime
in another lifetime
condemned me to torture like this?
I’ll stomach a stone
for some sharp Provolone
and swallow the pain for some Swiss.


Pat Hatt said...

All over some swiss?
It does not sound like bliss
Maybe it's just a tease
And you can eat cheese as you please

Lynn Proctor said...

i love cheese too but maybe not as much as you---cool poem

anthony stemke said...

Nice poem I long for Asiago.

Patricia Stoltey said...

Okay, I'm hooked. I like cheese as well. :D

As I make the rounds on the A to Z Challenge I'm finding some wonderful talented bloggers. April is so much fun.

Patricia Stoltey

Melissa Sugar said...

I love me some cheese. Hi, I am stopping by from the challenge. I am a new follower.

Emma said...

I love your poetry. I write it sometimes. Mine don't always rhyme but what it says it just as important. Keep writing so I can keep reading.

Sharkbytes said...

Ah- there are some foods I'll die early for rather than give up. I'm trying to visit all the A-Z Challenge Blogs this month.

rch said...

Thanks everyone, glad this wasn't too cheesy. ;^)