The odd fingernail aside...

When I proclaim cessation

of all cheese-grating labor,

the corner’s for gestation.

A cavalcade of flavor!

Cheddar Cheese.

Though Swiss is mighty tasty,

there’s no rebate for the holes.

And, Limburger is utilized

as skeeter-bait, I’m told.

My constant caseus veritas.

A serving everyday.

My love for you e’er ferments,

and will not Feta whey,

Cheddar Cheese.

If there was just one cube in peril.

Held against its will.

A frilly toothpick I’d unfurl

and charge up Dairy Hill-

“Cheddar Cheese!”

It isn’t a disease

to disregard what’s speckled blue,

or any cursive-label cheese

or what Edam says ‘bout you,

Cheddar Cheese.

Gourmet sirens tempt me

from the dairy case with song.

An air of Camembert and Brie.

A Gorgonzola gong.

From my love I will not part.

Their gambit is a whiff.

Lash me to the shopping cart

and stuff those ear-holes with

Cheddar Cheese.

With a taste that doesn’t smother,

and texture like no other.

Yes, I’d like to meet your mother,

Cheddar Cheese.