Give me cheese
Hold the milk,
only cheese and ice creamy
frozen make it scream for joy.
I want the string cheese fiasco
and loads of tabasco.
SO much fun to eat the yellow
but afterwards I need a nap,
and then sleep and be so mellow.
On second thought,
maybe I shouldn’t…
eat all this dairy,
Cuz now my tum tum is
feeling rather scary.
Not to mention
very, very hairy.
RF
Okay so as you can tell I love cheese. I made a poem about cheese.
I grew up on cheese.
There were many holidays growing up, where I would have to grate lbs and lbs of cheddar, monterey jack, colby, swiss etc etc for the family to devour before we would then go and sit down and eat twelve lbs of prime rib. Our holiday family dinners were and still are the best memories for me. Most of the time it revolved around some sort of dairy. (Pizza, ice cream, cheese trays.)
Side note: dairy does bind us together if we eat too much of it (LOL).
In all seriousness though, it doesn’t matter what food you eat with your family. It’s the memories, the smells, the laughter that are meaningful and that we will remember even when we are old and gray.
I think there are many people out there who have had similar stories about cheese. If you enjoy cheese families as much as me, let me know, maybe we can collaborate on a cheese tray for that next party that we attend with each other’s families.
Cheers… I mean cheese,
Rex Felixx