Don't be cheese bored

My third attempt at a poem. Just a piece of nonsense really. I apologise for the Sir Walter Scott parody that I open with!

Don’t be cheese bored

 

“For hunger in our hours of ease,

                Come certain great big slabs of cheese;

 

Limestone Wensleydale

                Perspiring Stilton

Everyman Cheddar

                Obscure tintern;

 

Give me cheese

                Or give me death

But please, please not �"

                Stinking Bishop breath;

 

Appledore, Caerphilly, Oxford Blue

                Sounding like stations

Red Windsor

                Waterloo;

 

Some mottled like Eczema

                Others chalk white

Some have diseased veins

                Or glow neon-bright;

 

Open mouths and nostrils

                Let your senses take wings

But one thing I caution �"

                Don’t buy it in strings.”

 

Author's Note

Another early attempt at poetry; I'd appreciate any constructive feedback. Thank you.

Reviews

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Fun read. Enjoyed reading this. pat