According to the QI Elves (courtesy of G.K. Chesterton), “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
Therefore today’s post is my small attempt to make the voice of cheese a little bit louder in the world of poetry:
I had a massive pasty
Its innards stuffed with cheese
And every time I took a bite
Some crumbs fell on my knees.
Every little helps…