Intermission: Ode to Cheese, Why I Love Thee.

Bonsoir, fromage!
Accept this homage,
Please, from thy awed and
Trembling admirant.
Fruit of the land,
With pen in hand
I compose this ode
To thy crumbling, aged beauty.

And though thou dost,
Upon occasion,
Bind me bowels
Unmercifully, such that,
Colon clenching and
Gut wrenching becomes the
Daily lot of morning
Secretion
Still I express and
Impress my love for thee
And thy crumbling, aged beauty.