No stanky cheese for Christmas
My good wife said to me.
No Camembert, no Limburger,
No pungent, agèd brie.
At this year’s Christmas table
Such “cheese” shall have no place
Among the meats and roots and greens
Its smell is a disgrace!
That cheese, sir, is offensive
A bane to appetite.
How dare you dare ingest it, sir?
That cheese, it just ain’t right!
So then, I double wrapped my cheese,
and hid it in the back,
Of the produce drawer inside the fridge
Beneath the bottom rack
I simply cannot bring myself
To throw away the thing!
Oh well, I guess I’ll have to wait
and bring it out this Spring.
Louis William Rose