Cheese

Cheese

So here is a challenge,

It’s kind of made backwards,

But this is a poem,

So stanzas not chapters,

Don’t eat it too late,

Or your dreams will be bad,

But gooey on pizza,

Well this makes us glad,

There’s hard and there’s soft,

So give thanks to the cows,

Just so many choices,

For us now to browse,

It’s good for the puns,

So let’s have a stab,

Think you can do feta,

Cos cheese is so fab,

And think very caerphilly,

Of what this could brie,

I cheddar to think,

Of this poem set free.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.