Fromage, fromage, I live for the taste of fromage!
I caution you well, however, I eat it like a savage!
Whether cheddar, white or orange, or havarti or blue,
Whether sheep or goats or other ones who vocalize a moo.
Fromage is just my favourite food, chewy or baked with crunch.
It can be served at any time, dinner, supper or a brunch.
It’s great on tasty crackers, on grilled bread or scrumptious fruit.
So many flavours rest in my fridge they mingle in my snoot.
When I drop by the deli, they come running with a flair.
They offer tastes of this and that one, watching with a stare.
I purchase another fine array to lay upon a plate.
When friends drop by they wonder if I’m hosting a big fete.
Oh I wish that I could find hobby other than my cheese.
As many people turn away, with a hand wave and “Oh, please!”
Perhaps my choices are quite smelly, like Munster, I suppose.
Perhaps I’ll have to try my hand at polyphonic prose.