My Blue Cheese Is Fish
Greasy fish, swimming in oil,
Helplessly lying on my plate.
It makes my taste buds boil and toil,
I guarantee, it’s less than great.
It’s shapeless, floppy, and limp like worms,
It smells like a pile of waste.
And I can’t even find the accurate terms,
To describe the taste.
Colorless and soggy,
With hazardous bones that you can’t see,
It makes my vision foggy,
It’s not the food for me.
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