LimburgerA Poem by Amelia Lawrencea poem about cheese. I got inspired from the contest :-)In the air, it lingers across the supermarket, past the bakery the aroma of stinky feet mixed with cream, I wonder how you taste. You are not holey, you grow in mold, sometimes you are perfected by the makers of old. I wonder what you could be paired with, a nice cabernet, or maybe a rich steak, but I am just curious, too afraid of the odor. I'd rather ingest some fresh mozzarella, or maybe some pepper jack. Gouda would even be better than this, but I refuse to eat swiss. Limburger, Limburger, why do you taunt me with your foul stench? I smell you at the deli, and my throat begins to clench.
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1 Review Added on March 1, 2009 AuthorAmelia LawrenceNorth Tonawanda, NYAboutI am currently working on my debut novel, hoping to break into the publishing world. I have dabbled here and there in the world of poetry up until just recently, but I have not had anything published.. more..Writing
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