My Blue Cheese Is
I remember the day I ate a whelk,
A day I'll not forget.
Like chewing on a leather belt,
I broke into a sweat.
Sticky bits and slimy stuff
Were clinging to my teeth.
Nearby was an empty sink,
Much to my relief.
Over I went, spat it out
And could scarce believe my eyes,
That gelatinous mess made me puke,
It's whelks that I despise.
Entry for My Blue Cheese is contest
Sponsored By Kevin Shaw
6/1/18. Placed 3rd.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
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