Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. G.K. Chesterton

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Cheese is the solid hope
That milk and mold
Won't make you choke
Before the lactaid
Plays its little joke

Cheese is the gooey mess
That drips from pizzas
To your chest
Gumming up
Your favorite vest