Blue Cheese
My wife stands beside my chair and looks down on me like a child
“I promise you will like it,” she said and smiled
"The real star of your salad is the blue cheese."
I looked up full lips pouting and displease.
No matter how hard I try to pinch my nose
it's still gross, it makes me squirm all the way to my toes,
it still smells. I squeeze my eyes and swallow,
chasing it down with glass of water knowing what will follow.
She puts blue cheese on a thousand things,
blue cheese on anchovies pizza and peas, in dipping sauce for Buffalo Wings
blue cheese on chicken sandwiches and hamburger patties. No! I beg please
blue cheese makes me sneeze and wheeze.
1-21-2018
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018
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