Cheese Eaters

There’s a universe in my universe And it’s making me very mad. You’ll have to excuse me for sounding terse, But the meaning of this is bad. If everyone that has ever been known Exists in a parallel plane, It only makes sense that some have a clone. It’s too logical to explain. And if each of their clones has a twin, Then they might have a triplet too. Instead of just one original sin, There might have been quite a few. Adams and Eves are all climbing high, To the tops of the apple trees. About eating apples most will lie, Still others will just eat cheese. The apple eaters will assume a pose, So their nakedness can’t get viewed. When walking around without any clothes, Like the cheese eaters in the nude. The naked cheese eaters will stroll on by, Displayed in all their glory. To avoid Hell’s flames they don’t even try, But that’s a different story. There’s a secret that they don’t get to know, But from the Lord’s grace they’ll never fall. But we sinners can all rest easy below, Knowing death comes from cholesterol.