Roquefort Poems - Poems about Roquefort

... I've been served lots of unappetizing things that simply did not please my palette. Being force fed with bitter or insincere words is unappealing presented as a crisp green salad. I would......

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...Mother raindrop  She didn’t want the lunch I prepared said she was on a diet, unhappy with her body she is half of a watermelon to keep my company I wish she hadn’t stopped talking about her ......

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...We bought a pet called Zack Just shy to a cow’s knees Gave it cheddar to snack Since he always said cheese But he grew overnight In his width and his height So we switched to some brie And tho......

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...life had written an etude in D minor and barely gave him a pass D for defeat denial disintegration dour reprise of the inevitable bottom of the class for society sang to its dominant song book ......

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...Any attempt to milk my muse Has produced utter cheese It stinks and I am blue I have hit roquefort......

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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......

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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 Chees......

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...I Cracked The Cream Cheese Through Your Whine Wining And Dining we savoured together and we still share five beautiful children sweet as ‘sugar iced cinnamon buttermilk honey......

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...What color is it? that luminous llght, throwing patterns past midnight under my archway, and on the sandy beach of our island ocean, where I used to wade home in the surf from Moore's dance floor, wh......

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...What color is it? that luminous light throwing patterns past midnight under my archway, and on the sand of the ocean where I used to walk, wading home in the surf from Moore's dance floor, where the......

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