Cheese
By lexy
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There's many, different ways, to decipher
Someone's, exacting kind
Through the choices that they, opt for
When makng up their mind
Tarot-cards, are old hat, and a crystal-ball
A little to complex, in the using
So now, I favour cheese
And the secrets in the choosing!
A cheese board may seem innocent
In matters, of the closed
But used with, slight incline
It's a perfect vessle to expose
Mr Chive from number five
Likes pickled cheddar, with his tea
And just like Mr Chive
It tends to sweat by half past three
Mr Simmons from the grocers
Likes his Cheshire, cut in squares
But unlike Mr Simmons
Cheshire, don't wear flares
Mrs West likes mostly everything
She lives at number two
And all I'm saying about, that is
I bet her husband wished he knew
My husband, now he's difficult
His tastes are likely to depend
As sometimes he's my lover
And sometimes not my friend
When he's being reasonable
He's cheddar, strong, and close , and true
And when he's being obstreperous
He's mainly Danish blue!
Pale and flaccid, as a rule, with a bitterness running through
But it's the way its made that interests me, its what I'd like to
do
I have this deranged daydream
When I hear the word inferior
And my husband turns to flaccid blue
Pummped full of bacteria
It doesn't just end there, as he begins to rant and rave
My imagination climbs, as I seal him in a cave
Three months, I thinks the limit for a, 'mature Danish blue'
But for men it would be longer, perhaps another two?
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