Best Gouda Poems

I went to a cheese and wine party on Saturday,
where huge platters of cheese were on display.
There was Gorgonzola and creamy white Brie,
I devoured huge...

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there still are the chirps 
in the nest
on a bleak winter tree

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda...

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A Sharp Cheddar sun,
 with a Swiss cheese moon.
A Blue cheese river flowing,
 with sweet Romano fumes.

A Parmesan pathway,
 with some String cheese logs.
To enjoy...

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A tomato and a potato lived in a fridge

And a bunch of other foods lived in their midst

Tomato and potato ruled this place

And all the...

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My missus has a liking for those cheese and onion crisps,
the taste and the aroma she finds tricky to resist.
Yet oddly the real thing she...

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The best things that Christmas guarantees
          Are the festive, digestive joys of cheese

No holiday platter is...

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Oh god, not another slice of cheese!
Please,please my plea, No please.
But that lovely gouda,
that calls to me loudah.
Well! maybe a small slivah for peace,...

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I wonder what the moon would say
Should I invite him, down to play?
As he smiles from in the sky
Slowly winks his monthy eye

Stood at rainbow's...

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Old Willy’s ice-box housed nothing but cheese.
Row after row of perfect pillars packed
with gouda cheese, bleu cheese, mascarpone cheese
and a bit of brie (though for...

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At breakfast time, don’t give me eggs
Or pancakes or French toast;
Some coffee and a cheese-topped bagel
Is what I like most.

Gouda, Muenster, Edam, Swiss,
American or Brie;
Jarlsberg,...

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my feelers feel a moldy cheese wheel 
to the dented and bitten side, slapping 
pushing, thumbing down, break a chunk 
and bring close to my...

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As I sit on my couch, all cosy and warm.
My head starts thinking of delicious, I'm torn.
I'm happy and content with all that is me.
But...

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Saturday Farmers’ Market 

Here’s how it goes at our Farmers’ Market:
shoppers all ages, clothing, and races,
parents push bundled babies in strollers, 
children dash eagerly through...

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I was hoping to give you a Cheddar life
But it was never Gouda 'nough 
Mozzarella I could never cheese you
But being provolone, it's tough...

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I fell asleep on the bench 
And let out a fart with such a stench
Blew a hole in my trouser
And smelt of garlic and Gouda
I...

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