In the Tradition of Bad Victorian Poetry

[odditycollector]

 
daegaer writes, The world is a poorer place now that no one serenades cheese!

It's just so true.

And thus...





On the table, the colour of a fresh orange rind:
A block of cheese some inches thick,
and if one would measure, one might find
it roughly the shape and weight of a brick
(but much more edible, in my opinion).

Cheese! A better snack than fruit with mead;
there is no worry of choking on a pit.
And more polite than a loaf of hardened bread,
for it makes no sound when you cut it.
(and ever more satisfying than a meal of pinions.)

You may keep your chicken and mashed peas!
I think I would be rather pleased
to eat naught but that in front of me:
A fair slab of well aged cheese;
A goodly slab of well aged cheese.

For there is nothing quite so good as cheese.


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*bowes*
Thank you, thank you. You’re too kind.

Comments

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

*weeps with joy at the abundance of poetic ichor speeding through your veins*

It's beautiful, truly beautiful!

[pandap.livejournal.com]

hahahah! oh, man. It was the exclamation marks that did me in. Cheese!

[thecakemaster.livejournal.com]

I = own3d.

Shame people can't be mugged for writing skills.

Ping.

[mshoneymonkey.livejournal.com]

may i post ur poem on my community or would u like to join moral_less?