Cheese
I don’t have a lingering doubt
That cheese is the gods’ gift to man.
It compliments other fine foods
Whether peppery, salty or bland.
There’s gorgonzola and Stilton,
Emmental, muenster and bleu,
There’s limburger, feta and Jack,
And hundreds of others, too.
When it’s cold outside and windy
There’s nothing as good for lunch
As a sandwich of toasted cheese,
Along with an apple for crunch
I’d rather have crackers and cheese
Than some kind of chips and goo.
And instead of a sweet dessert
Fruit and brie would nicely do!
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