No More Cheese

No more cheese! By Stanley Russell Harris Poetry Soup Honorable Mentioned. (The mad author) Saw my doctor the other day. Was a routine appointment I say. Well was for me as I’m unwell. Better than saying as sick as hell. Another tablet I must take. As my cholesterol number, is far too high. Then Doctor did ask of me. ‘Do you eat cheese?’ She did you see. I gulped and managed to squeak, ‘yes.’ Then she said, ‘cut it out.’ That raised my hackles don’t you doubt. I faced the doctor and then did say. ‘That’s my main food, I eat every day.’ Then, I explained, ‘I’m sugar and fat free.’ And once specialists said, ‘no strong Greens for me.’ Between all the advice given there. All I could have was a plate of air. I was sorry, but begged to say. ‘Please don’t take my cheese away.’ Doctor did say, ‘your cholesterol is high.’ Did not add, ‘if you don’t lower it you will die.’ But it was implied, I do not lie. So now fat-free cheese, and fat-free margarine. On crackers, now I eat. Or I eat brown bread, instead of white starched wheat. One day I will fade away. Not from what I eat. But just because Doctor said, ‘Cheese, you cannot eat.’ I left doctors looking glum. Her shopping basket was on the floor. I saw she had two bottles of wine. And blinking cheeses by the score. 0oo0ooo