Cheese PleaseA Chapter by Dave Brown🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸One planet in a nearby solar
system Once covered with healthy green
trees Which grew in special soil Covering all well down neath
their roots Was completely composed of
delicious cheese As the population exploded To further exploit the delicious
cheese soil The trees were all hacked down With the cheeseaters
population eating Every miniscule cheese bit
they found When all easily accessed
cheese had been consumed All that which was beneath the
now barren ground That down beneath the giant skyscrapers Down neath endless rows of
housing And beneath those Cheeseater’s
fancy cars All constantly driving over
endless roads That once connected the towns With long cheese roadways After all that and more Those Cheeseater’s began excavating Billions of desperate cheeseaters Brought in deep-well digging
equipment To dig trillions of cheese wells Which, when they went dry Were then fracked To eek each little itty bit of
cheese From out of the shattered
ground Which, as a result, decayed,
crumbled and shattered Every roadway sank into empty cheese
holes Sinking skyscrapers became homes
for just moles Fresh air was clogged with, cheese
dust from fracked cheese mines To which, the planet of desperate
cheeseaters, just couldn’t adjust The once great planet of brand
after brand of scrumptious cheese Where all life had seen nary a
disease Became nothing but a fracking fractured,
barren, raped, cheese-mine, pock- marked, rock A rock where there was no
longer even the slightest possibility of getting either macaroni and cheese, a
welch-rarebit, or even a tasty, toasted cheese sandwich for breakfast, lunch,
or for a quick bite of cheese oriented supper after a hard day of hopelessly re-digging
further down into what had become, empty cheese-mineshafts, dug by a bone weary,
cheese-starved, thin, frail, decaying population, constantly looking for even
the tiniest hint of the possibility of more cheese, all of which was a complete
waste of time because these simple-minded cheese desperates just would not face
the reality of there being no more cheese to be found, anywhere, not even being
sold on craigslist or at garage sales, or at any other location where it might
have been hidden away in a heartless, self-serving effort, even in spite of the
suffering of these simple minded souls who would eat nothing but a cheese
enhanced meal, to hold these sad, sorry cheese- eaters at ransom, by charging
outrageously exorbitant prices for each bit of hoarded cheese, in an effort to
realize billions of dollars of profit By an unscrupulous Shylock. © 2024 Dave BrownAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 12, 2024 Last Updated on May 21, 2024 AuthorDave BrownNanaimo Vancouver Island, West coast, CanadaAboutI'd like to thank those who have been kind enough to review my efforts. more..Writing
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