Upon sighting a cheese
I may want to lick my lips
And raise my hands
So as to get to grips
With great yellow hunks
Of bliss. Just to press
Upon on my tongue
An Edam slice and caress
It with my teeth sounds
Sordid, yes, but one feels
Such a thrill. At once my
Mind, so lofty, swiftly reels
Back down to earth. It would
Seem that the man behind the glass
Display does not appreciate my
Slobbering everywhere, thinks it crass
Of me to soak the cabinet with the
Drippings of my cheese lust.
Fine, I’ll leave, but I will return
With renewed vigour and thrust
Myself over the counter, knocking you
Aside as I inhale deeply and in my head
Begin to swim in melty Cheddar currents:
Fulfilling cheesy desires best left unsaid.
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