My Blue Cheese Is a Dark, Reddish Brown

Of all the foods in all the lands of culinary charm There is but one offender my taste buds can’t disarm While others may enjoy it, perhaps fried or as pate’ I would rather eat a heaping pile of fresh steamed hay Some may like it on white bread or in a Shepherd’s Pie I’d prefer a great big slice of pie that’s made of fly So be it Chicken, Calf or Cod, not to mention Duck I would favor meatloaf made from ground up hockey puck To this day, the only food that makes my stomach quiver Is the gastronomic venom that’s known to the world as “liver”