My Blue Cheese Is

My blue cheese is Limburger and it tastes like rotten meat.
Were I to put it twixt my toes, I would have stinky feet.
I once bought a big chunk of it, there's nothing I won't try.
It was the day that I did learn, be careful what you buy.
Being the person that I am, (I think I'm heaven scent)
And not to waste, a slice I put in my foe's car air vent.
Next day I got the 'evil eye' and I was very pleased.
I was not sure what I should do, so simply uttered "Cheese".
That nasty crap I'll buy no more for I'd be really dumb.
To those who make the rancid stuff, I'd say "it tastes of bum".


Written 1/6/18
Contest:  My Blue Cheese is...
Hosted by Kevin Shaw
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Mccall Avatar
January 18, 2018 at 12:40 PM
LOL another fun write Rhoda. Good luck in the contest.
Tripp Avatar
January 20, 2018 at 7:18 PM
Thanks, Edward!
Cunningham Avatar
January 17, 2018 at 3:06 AM
Haha loved it Rhoda, I do like mature cheese that has a bit of stale footy smell. But a bummy smell, I'll avoid that one Regards Tom
Tripp Avatar
January 17, 2018 at 3:20 PM
Lol. I love cheese, just not this gross despicable stuff. Saying it tastes like bum is probably an insult to millions of bums out there.
Dietrich Avatar
January 14, 2018 at 7:11 PM
hahaha, tastes of bum. GREAT ending on a humorous poem, Rhoda. I sure enjoyed this read.
Tripp Avatar
January 15, 2018 at 5:46 PM
Thank you, Dearheart!
Godwin Avatar
January 11, 2018 at 2:40 PM
I remember trying it many moons ago cause I'm a cheese lover for the most part, and my reaction was rotten feet! I love the part about putting it in someone's car and I double love that you are a perfume I used in Junior High, Heaven SCENT vs sent. Good job, not stinky at all ... CayCay
Tripp Avatar
January 13, 2018 at 9:20 PM
Lol. Hi CayCay, my Dearest. I've been missing you and my Soup friends. I'll be around more next week to read and get caught up.
Robinson Jr. Avatar
January 9, 2018 at 3:06 PM
So funny is this delightful slam poem, Rhonda! It made me smile a mile wide. Super cool poem ... and oh, how I love the stink of it. It's bad body odor magnificent. Great word-play poetry. Love and best wishes for the new year, dear.
Tripp Avatar
January 9, 2018 at 7:45 PM
Freddie...pleassseeeee. Tell me you don't eat this stinky stuff. Lol. Thank you so much for your comments. I'm glad I could make you smile. May your 2018 be prosperous and filled with love and good health. <3
Canerdy Avatar
January 8, 2018 at 8:22 AM
This is hilarious, Rhoda--and VERY well- written! Janice
Tripp Avatar
January 9, 2018 at 4:43 AM
Thank you, Janice, for your continued friendship and support. You're sweet.
Gondolf Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 7:23 PM
This is so funny, Rhoda, I think perhaps Limburger might make good catfish bait; the smellier the better. John
Tripp Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 8:16 PM
Lol. John. I'd even pity the catfish. Thanks for your support, Dear. Much appreciated.
Downing  Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 2:49 PM
LOL! So funny! But so true though how it really smells. And I for one can't eat yogurt. Just something about the taste I just can't eat it. Lol! Good luck in the contest, Rhoda... hugs and smiles :)
Tripp Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 8:15 PM
Lol. Thanks, Akkina. Funny how people differ. I love escargot and also yogurt. Our differences make this an interesting contest. Thank you for your kindness. You're appreciated.
Rodd Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 2:14 PM
Haha so cute!!
Tripp Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 2:45 PM
Thank you Dear Gayle!
Callus Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 12:53 PM
You have a creative witty sense of humour, Rhoda:) :) I love cheese, but I'm told it causes 'bad' cholesterol, so I'm cutting down on it. Good luck in the contest. Regards // paul
Tripp Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 2:10 PM
Thank you, Dear. You're friendship, a blessing. I love cheese as well but not this gross stuff. Anything that has skin bacteria, smells like bum, and is called a "smear cheese" should only be consumed in bed and then it wouldn't be called cheese, would it ? Lol.
One Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 12:34 PM
Haha... You have a great sense of humour...
Tripp Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 2:06 PM
Golly gee garsh, silent. You're making me blush. Thank you for your kind words, Dear.
Swartz Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 11:47 AM
Ha ha! Such wit and humor and creativity Rhoda. That will teach the world to stay on your good side! I did laugh while reading this. Good luck!
Tripp Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 11:58 AM
Thank you, James. Lol. Some day I'll finish that book. That would be a novel idea, eh? (Get it?). ;)
Lamoureux Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 10:09 AM
Ha ha, this is great!
Tripp Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 10:38 AM
Thank you dear Rick. Much appreciated.
Allison Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 11:52 PM
oh so funny Rhoda! Good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xx
Tripp Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 11:55 PM
Thank you, Dear Jan. Much appreciated. Hugs in return in triplefold. (I just coined that word)
Marcum Wong Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 7:57 PM
I had to laugh at this Rhoda. I remember the first time I smelled that cheese. A young girl in our class brought it to school as part of her lunch. No one would go near her, poor thing. I think it may have been the last time she ever brought it to school. I loved your humorous poem Rhoda! : )
Tripp Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 8:40 PM
Poor girl! Her mother should have been flogged with a ruler by a group of angry school administrators. Heck, the nuns in my school might have done similar :) Thank you for taking the time to read. I love your Constanza form, by the way. Challenging, fun and the end result is beautiful.
Green Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 7:56 PM
A nice humerus aromatic piece my friend. Well, there goes my appetite. :)
Tripp Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 8:36 PM
Lol, Chris. Sorry about your appetite! Thanks for stopping in. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 7:21 PM
LOL! Nearly fell out of my chair ;P ...love it!
Tripp Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 8:32 PM
Thank you, Maureen! Your encouragement is much appreciated.
Adams Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 4:43 PM
This is funny. Good luck with the contest. I love cheese but you are right about that kind. Why anyone would want to put it in their mouth is beyond me!!!!
Tripp Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 8:31 PM
I love cheese as well, Pat, but this stuff should not be ranked as cheese, it's just too rank! Little play on words there. I know you are used to that! :) Thank you for your kindness and support, Dearheart.
Pandit Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 4:11 PM
A fun read, Rhoda..your foe hates it as much as you..best for a win.
Tripp Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 8:29 PM
Garsh. Thank you, Vijay. You are a Dear.
Stebbings Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 3:27 PM
Ha, ha, ha, lovely Rhoda. // Barry
Tripp Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 8:28 PM
Lol. Thanks, Barry!
May Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 2:59 PM
Lol... an in-de-scent assault on the nose!
Tripp Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 8:28 PM
You got it, buddy! This stuff is horrid! Thank you for stopping in, Dear.
Y. Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 1:29 PM
Lol! Rhoda, I found this write to be hilarious from start to finish. I guess I won't be trying "Limburger" blue cheese. Just the thought of rotten meat or smelly feet makes my stomach churn. I wish you the best of luck in the contest:-) Alexis
Tripp Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 1:41 PM
Thank you, Alexis, for reading and your kind comment. Limburger cheese is hands down, the worst ever. I can't believe they call it food! The only critter I can imagine eating it is a turkey vulture. UGH
Smith Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 12:49 PM
That's a hoot Rhoda, I really enjoyed your entry, good luck :)
Tripp Avatar
January 6, 2018 at 12:53 PM
Awww...garsh. Thanks Gary, but yours is a clear winner.
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