My Blue Cheese Is Melting
Reluctant as I was to choose
the blue cheese crumbles looked invitingly blue,
a little moldy, I guess perhaps
as the crumblies fell from plate to lap.
I scooped them up unseen
and put them discretely on my salad beans.
Then as I picked up my fork
there appeared the strangest quirk
as the blue had blended into the white
much to my delight
and with each savory taste
I enjoyed the cheese I used to hate.
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