Oh, cheese, thy textures intertwine
In dairy realms where curds align,
A wheel of cheese, a tempting fare,
Its flavours dance, a taste divine.
From Swiss that dreams in holes design,
To cheddar's sharp and aged affair,
In dairy realms where curds align.
Gouda whispers, a subtle sign,
A melody of dairy's rare,
Its flavours dance, a taste divine.
Brie unfolds in soft recline,
A creamy canvas, rich and rare,
In dairy realms where curds align.
Blue veins streak, a noble shrine,
Roquefort's tang, a bold affair,
A symphony in each layer,
In dairy realms where curds align,
Its flavours dance, a taste divine.
G.P. Thomson
