Eve Roper Poet Rhyme

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

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Carole Duet January 23, 2018 at 8:23 AM I love blue cheese but not on a hamburger please! lol Amusing poem, Eve.

Rhoda Tripp January 22, 2018 at 6:55 PM Lol. Poor Eve. This is an entertaining write. (By the way, I love blue cheese in fresh spinach salad and on my medium rare prime rib.)

Paul Callus January 22, 2018 at 3:20 PM An enjoyable, entertaining poem, Eve. I have nothing against blue cheese, but I can understand why some people react to its smell. Hugs // paul

Mike Gentile January 22, 2018 at 1:18 PM Well done, Eve. I was never a fan but somehow,now I enjoy a few "sprinkles" here and there !XXOO

Silent One January 22, 2018 at 8:32 AM You did this very well Eve..

Cheryl Hoffman January 21, 2018 at 9:31 PM I'm not a big blue cheese fan either much preferring the zesty italian dressing! A fun and humorous depiction for the contest Eve! Good luck in it!~Che :)

Andrea Dietrich January 21, 2018 at 7:42 PM haha, I see Jan down here saying she adores blue cheese. I don't like it. I'm with you on this one! Is this for the contest? I think there is a line limit (I know i wanted to say a lot more on gross meats but had to stop at 12 lines) Cute poem, dear.

Jan Allison January 21, 2018 at 7:26 PM oh I adore blue cheese Eve and your poem has made me feel hungry!:-) hugs Jan xx