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June 2000


No cheese.

No Havarti.
No Gruyere.
No Camembert.

No Gouda.  I know better.
And nothing stinks worse than old cheddar.

Except for maybe Feta.
Or a party of Limburger.
And you can lose your mind when eating Emmental.

Mozzarella, I won't smell ya
If I wanted to I'd eat you
But I don't.

I don't care if it rains or freezes,
I don't want none of those plastic-wrapped cheeses
Sitting on the dashboard of my car.

They'd melt, into a goop.  A soup, au fromage, au gratin.

The terpsichorean muse would confuse
The Edam that I'd like to use
For scrubbing between my floor tiles

Parmesan, between us plainly
Stinks like sneakers, quite insanely.

As for all those other types, 
They're all just fit for guttersnipes.

Cheese, all you are is rotted milk
In a wrapper, screened with silk.

No cheese please.
Just give me peas.


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