Cheese
I think that I shall never seize
A glass of red without some cheese,
A cheese to please the swilling throat
Like chèvre from a mountain goat.
When I dine out I always get a
Salad tossed with Grecian fetta
Round since man first tilled the soil,
The perfect pal for olive oil.
And if you want your love to stay,
Cut the curd, release the whey,
For wine and verse beneath the trees
Won’t pin her down without some cheese.
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