Cheese Poems - Poems about Cheese

Pungent scent plays on the breeze ~ what a stink! One I think, makes me sneeze Gagging with each breath, I wheeze Because of that moldy cheese! ...

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Wilma was a pretty little thing. Ed decided she would like American cheese. So that is what he gave her as a pre-date present. Wilma was astounded; this was the only cheese she did not eat. Her dog loved all cheeses, so he was the recipient of this feast. His next date was with Peggy, a girl from an Irish...

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“What is it?” said Raisin. Rum said, “I don’t know, Let’s find us a hill and watch that thing go.” Walnut said, “Hold up; I’ve seen one of these, It looks like a wheel, but it is, in fact, cheese.” “It’s normally cut into portions to sell Whoever mislaid it will be mad as hell.” Rum said, “Are you saying this...

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Why did the teeny, tiny mouse, With the gigantic size cheese, Grow as big as a house And the cheese, smaller than bees?...

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Ella Dit......Capture finding something reavant sorta elegant something worth mentioning something just to say stumbling over my words haven't you heard or is it just something to say Il Dil.....Castling Don't you care that I love you Most certainty I do this aint no clever conversation every word is true --------------------------------------------- Valiais and Sion sang at The Blatten Glacier and played a game of chess --------------------------------------------------------------- 360 Deal Mon.Feb.14 2023 inertial confinement effords greater then...

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Tingling of tongue sent Euripides Questing a tastier kind of cheese. "I found cheddar magical," Said this poet tragical, "Sailing the southern antipodes.”...

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Morey was thrilled because the cheese spa was coming. The refrigerator made happy sounds, it was fairly humming. The cheese was melting ahead of time in the microwave. Morey was the first family member in; he is extremely brave. This is not only comfortable, but tasty too he told the rest. There was cheddar, provolone, but he liked the blue...

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Bright orange lobsters pointed their claws at their brother When someone asked who had cut the cheese The audience began to have a bit of a laugh with their mother For they were outing each other, with a bit of ease Who cut the cheese? Asked the magistrate again. They pointed at each other; the sorry chaps They probably both did...

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He's hard at work, she calls him jerk, and asks him where he's been. Of little care, she goes somewhere. dancing drunk against her male friend. She tells the gals, of all his fails, they believe her, cause...

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Create a cheese platter. Cheddar in chunky cubes. Cream cheese combined with crab. Crispy crunchy crackers. Cherry compote with chopped cucumber and cashews compliments cottage cheese. ...

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Crafted from angel’s tears Calorie rich, who cares Cholesterol? Plenty Comfort food for many Call me Captain Cheddar Come hither, dearest cheese Caress my taste buds, please...

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blue cheese, old pickles golden girls fickle like falling nickles drop, spin, switching sides heads and tails collide craving connections tangy affections gourmet selections these eyes fixed you right put you in starlight adjusting my sight altering flavors new bees to savor selfishness favors blue cheeses denied cornbread and grits, Hi!...

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I shudder while peering at sepia photographs, showing visits to my maiden Aunt Hilda’s house. Even though I was very young it was clear she didn’t tolerate children. I was to be ‘Seen and not heard.’ Pa said I wasn’t to utter a word. I loathed being pushed and forced to kiss her. Aunt's wrinkled leathery skin looked like she’d been pickled in...

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time doesn't wait for our pleasure, nor the patience of neglect to ~ endure forever... because it knows and feels, none of this, nor how regret births tomorrow's measure! forgotten fruits fall and wither and know nothing of those who may have celebrated their perfection ~ they simply live and die, never to have wondered why? Yet,...

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i opened the door to my stale heart and much to my dismay found there was much room for improvement AP: 1st place 2025, Front Page Pick 2025 Posted on March 22, 2025...

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