Emerson40
An evening spent dancing
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This evening, for bedtime stories, the wee lad pulled a well thumbed book from the shelf. It is collection of poems about food. A couple of dozen pages in, we read this curddy verse, and I thought this thread ripe for it. Enjoy.
Say Cheese
At Christmas the STILTON
Was split on the Wilton,
The rare CAMEMBERT
Was as fine as can be,
But at New Year the GRUYERE
It just went straight through yer,
The CHEDDAR was beddar
But as for the BRIE,
Aaaaaaaagh! And the PORT SALUD!
Swallow one morsel, you
Kept to your bed
For a week and a day,
And if you tried WENSLEYDALE
You quite immensely'd ail,
Hospital-bound
Till they wheeled you away!
No better was EMMENTHAL,
Sour and inclement, all
Cratered and pocked
Like a view of the moon!
And while some are crazy
For creamed BEL PAESE,
Myself, I'd eat forcemeat
Or horsemeat as soon!
The LEICESTER was best o'
The bunch, but the rest o'
Them curled up your stomach.
Though GLOUCESTER (times two)
And jaundiced old CHESHIRE
I'd taste under pressure,
Nothing would get me,
No nothing would get me,
But nothing would get me
To try DANISH BLUE!
Say Cheese
At Christmas the STILTON
Was split on the Wilton,
The rare CAMEMBERT
Was as fine as can be,
But at New Year the GRUYERE
It just went straight through yer,
The CHEDDAR was beddar
But as for the BRIE,
Aaaaaaaagh! And the PORT SALUD!
Swallow one morsel, you
Kept to your bed
For a week and a day,
And if you tried WENSLEYDALE
You quite immensely'd ail,
Hospital-bound
Till they wheeled you away!
No better was EMMENTHAL,
Sour and inclement, all
Cratered and pocked
Like a view of the moon!
And while some are crazy
For creamed BEL PAESE,
Myself, I'd eat forcemeat
Or horsemeat as soon!
The LEICESTER was best o'
The bunch, but the rest o'
Them curled up your stomach.
Though GLOUCESTER (times two)
And jaundiced old CHESHIRE
I'd taste under pressure,
Nothing would get me,
No nothing would get me,
But nothing would get me
To try DANISH BLUE!
- Kit Wright