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.
Are You Reading Me?
All over some swiss?
ReplyDeleteIt does not sound like bliss
Maybe it's just a tease
And you can eat cheese as you please
i love cheese too but maybe not as much as you---cool poem
ReplyDeleteNice poem I long for Asiago.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'm hooked. I like cheese as well. :D
ReplyDeleteAs I make the rounds on the A to Z Challenge I'm finding some wonderful talented bloggers. April is so much fun.
Patricia Stoltey
I love me some cheese. Hi, I am stopping by from the challenge. I am a new follower.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteAh- 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.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone, glad this wasn't too cheesy. ;^)
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