Little Jack Horner
was put in the corner
for eating her curds and whey
what else was little miss Muffet to do
as he had stolen the bowl so she pulled it away
and said, 'What a bad boy are you!'
Cottage cheese or curds and whey
I try to eat some every day
I generally can find a way
But always after morning weigh
So that my weight I won’t inveigh
There’s not much market for the curd
And on its face, that seems absurd
For surely if you got the word
You to would find that you preferred
The clumpy product from the herd
Which some claim gives relief with gerd
Now some of you do yogurt seek
Downing cartons as we speak
Fruity flavors interest piques
But if you eschew the plain Greek
You'll just fatten your physique
Some people churn out
haiku poems like a Land
O'Lakes creamery!
I have a superhero;
his name is Pickett Tupp.
Before you count to zero,
he'll have picked it up.
Grandpa could have hurt his neck
but Pickett, super guy,
picked the peel up from the deck
where Junior let it lie.
I've another super friend;
her name's Poteeta Whey.
If it's out, you can depend
it's rightly put away.
When some kids can't find their stuff
they're like a mental case.
But she'll find it, sure enough,
because it's in its place.
From New Year's to December,
you'll always make Mom's day,
if you will just remember
Pickett Tupp and Poteeta Whey.
Dear whey,
You have changed my life from the day we met
Our first date was great because I got you wet
First I poured water on you, didn’t like the taste
Ever since, I used milk to switch up the pace
At which I devoured your nutritious goodness
We coalesce perfection, never a misunderstoodness
You are the cheese co-product of my dream
Protein, protein, wherefore art thou protein?
Sincerely, your drinker…
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