Long Camembert Poems

An assortment of assorted asses assessed antelope antics angelically arranged

A vibrant and charming assortment of periwinkles, mints, truffles, sliced peanut cubes, diced baps, and a haddock basted in creamed lard. Now that must surely be...

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Thanksgiving
 

Days                Dinner


Fresh                 ...

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I awoke this morning in a reflective state,
Considering my life in the Johnston estate, 
And my trials and tribulations as a mouse,   
Living, as I am, actually, beneath their house.

Cats, birds, and everything...

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I have a fat and furry friend
All pink and spotty black.
I grew him from some Camembert-
The smelly little Rat!

He is my very Mouse-Pig
For that’s his very name, 
Sometimes I call him Roger 
Just like his...

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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 simply will not eat
but me I find the real McCoy...

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I'm just a lowly cheddar cheese ball, come roll away with me
past gastronomical delights, to taste and smell and see
varieties of cheeses that stretch on across the miles
that vie for the attention of hungry cheese-o-philes!

Some...

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My eyes scan over the table.
My taste buds begin to perspire.
There’s so much food here on offer,
so I wonder what I’ll desire. 

There are some beautiful salads.
There’s carrot, corn and green peas,
bar-be-cue meat to perfection,
and...

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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 chunks with a glass of Chablis.

Danish Blue, Mozzarella and Swiss...

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The setting

Green grass on sunny day
The area by the lake
Trees surrounding from all view
For there my love, to take

The props

Blanket meticulously placed
Basket filled with fare
Wine with two glasses
Brie and camembert
Crackers and some caviar
Strawberries, just so...

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You do it for me, better than tea,
better than Camembert, or a nice runny Brie.
Better than honey, or marmalade toast
or an unexpected letter that arrives in the post.
Better than hob nobs, or baby's smiles,
or the...

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I lay on my pillow in a dark, dark room
Staring out the window from my bed
The moon looks like Camembert floating in the sky
And I’m sure I seen two witches flying by.

One had a broom...

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Pretty Penny pockets persimmons for their orange meat tempts,
these oval jewels when ripe adore green lime and white plates.
Diospyros, divine fruit, ripens bagged upon her counter waiting.
Soon, she will release them, tease them, between white...

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The Rat


The rat sat on the ledge eating some cheese


I said to him " is it Camembert or Lancashire tell me please"


The rat replied "It is creamy and delightful and hits the right keys"


I said...

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He plucks a pear from the tree and tosses it my way. Hands fumble, but nails sink into flesh to maintain a solid grip. He doesn't see me slip. Examine the freshness of the fruit...

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CHEESE

Wisconsin is the Cheese Capitol of the USA
There you can find cheese ever on display
And of this wonderful thing called cheese
There is a type for everyone if you please

There's Cheese Grits, and Nacho Cheese
Muenster, Guta,...

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I like all kinds of cheese,
             it really does not matter what kind;
oh, don't forget the Camembert please,
and that stinky Blue, deeply lined.
...

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It’s another sordid workplace affair
Organized by the dashing and flamboyant Pierre
There should be a warning to beware
Bad week to start any diet – o what despair
Millions of calories everywhere 
On one side a mountain of...

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May the Dear Lord deliver us
Not from creatures carnivorous
But edibles less frivolous
Like cheeses odoriferous

Who gives a damn about Edam
First made in Dutch North Amsterdam  
Or nutty-tasting Leerdam
And Czechoslovak Abertam

When some people find delicious
Or remain...

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Plaid of red and white 
has been smoothed o’er grass;
feet have been freed
from Mary Jane flats.
Above, the sun, secretly admits
their smiles have triumphed 
over the brilliance of his rays.

Wicker baskets home
blueberries and pears,
and camembert resting...

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Trapped again!

Maze hidden cheddar eluding 
every twisting turn a doorway 
to the path I’ve already forgotten
a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac.

I cry.

Depression building my will 
crumbling into fatal despair
that rages with a whisper
as quiet...

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