FROMAGE BADINAGE

FROMAGE BADINAGE Some cheeses improve with age But, in danger of being verbose Just serve me plain and mature Yellow, without that thick rind And tastier on the tongue, I find Not fancy, with that false allure As some blue veins are varicose But wait, there is a war to wage Never the plastic American kind But calling it sharp, it’s still bland Some made backwards, as Edam There’s French ones, some smelly I’ve seen them advertised on telly As cheese, Philadelphia is a sham And yet so few dairies understand Please keep it natural, not refined A few odd cheeses can squeeze by As Greek Feta or Cyprus Halloumi From Italy, there is Mozzarella too For pasta, it is Parmesan, of course With a true origin one can endorse All should be entitled to their view I report what I taste, so just sue me And crumbly cheese makes me sigh