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Whenever I feel ill at ease
I gain great solace eating cheese.
Its flavor, either mild or sharp
Revives the soul and mends the heart.
A slice of Swiss upon my plate
With holes to sit and contemplate
Can stimulate my intellect
And make me feel less circumspect.
A cheddar with a sharpened taste,
May raise sat-fat and thicken waist,
But it can make me feel most fit
When warmed with beer and called Rarebit.
A heated Brie may help control
The dark malaise within my soul,
(But I make sure it comes from France
to never leave the cure to chance.)
To find my way as artisan
I may partake of parmesan,
If grated or cut in a sliver
My Muse creates and I deliver!
But not until I reach my dotage
Will I ingest the cheese called Cottage!


Posted with kind permission of the author.


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