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ODE TO CHEESE

cheese glorious cheese

damn you taste so good

cheese glorious cheese

how can i abide

with such culinary bliss?

such cheesly delights?


i have been living in the land of cheese

bathing in cheesy mystery  

the vast untapped, resources of cheddar brie, Camembert, and Jack

i have been investigating how each cheese tastes on various crackers

it is a worthy endeavor, blessed by the highest priests of cheese in the land


cheese glorious cheese

damn you taste so good


cheese glorious cheese

how can i abide

with such culinary bliss?


such cheesly delights?


the Swiss has holes, the cheddar is yellow or gold

the brie oh, the brie, oh goddamn 

the brie on any form of cracker available

i have invested many years in pursuit of the knowledge of cheese

the various ways in which cheese can be used in a myriad of dishes


fondue 

nachos 

charcuterie 

quesadilla 

grilled and melted

with sourdough toast and pickle juice


pizza glorious pizza 

what would pizza be without cheese?


a cheeseless pizza? 


that’s a rank imposter 


who eats cheeseless pizza?


it’s an oxymorom, a contradiction.


we shall heretofore ban 

all cheeseless pizza


you don’t want cheese?

eat a piece of toast 


don’t slap some tomato sauce 

on some dough with a piece of eggplant 

and call it pizza

cheese glorious cheese

damn you taste so good


cheese glorious cheese

how can i abide

with such culinary bliss?


such cheesly delights?


i have been investigating the mysteries of cheese  

i have eaten cheese every day for the past 30 days 

and now my nose is stuffed and runny

methinks i may need to lay off the queso


but i can’t 

i’m weak

i need my cheese

i want it melted over my pasta

a parmesan dream

the queen to the 

king of my 

noodles


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