Pastone

I’ve crossed many rivers so cold am known to be stout and bold the likes of cheese and crackers makes me lips go smackers. The flavor kicks up me nose like cat nip makes me doze keeping a stiff upper lip I’m careful not to slip I keep some in me pocket a back up in a gold locket some for me and some for me cat she goes lickety split at that. Only one cheese is called Pastone Can’t find elsewhere, so I make me own Vapors of melting cheese I snort Then smooth over a toasted torte No recipe to follow on just a trial poured into jugs to hold for awhile some pimentos squeezed out to hang gives it a ting adding a nice tang across the vast greens of Killarney I spill out some words of blarney when I sell me bakeries of fame quite delicious though just the same. Sales are rising, which are not surprising tasty and appealing and quite appetizing, wrapped in blocks, not yet in slices mild or sharp taste at the best prices. Have built a small shop in Kitteny square wagons coming in from most anywhere the flavors are labeled and mostly known buy the best, ask for Pastone