Constanza of Cheese

Constanza of Cheese

Gorgonzola, my humble cry!
Thy odor makes my stomach turn,
Your bluish lumps, my nostrils burn.

American sliced, children try
Plastic wrapped plastic so they say
Vinyl cheese, it is here to stay!

Swiss cheese, with varied holes I buy
With vile essence of unwashed butt,
In thin limp slices, neatly cut.

Brie with crackers makes me sigh;
You have no flavor, but it’s true,
I feel high-classed, just eating you!

Havarti’s great, comes my reply,
Creamy, mild, and heavenly,
At Krogers, buy one, get one free!

If cheese priced low, or cheese priced high
It is the perfect food to eat,
Yes, even if it smells like feet!

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