Sonnet 105 - The Cheese Sonnet
What canst one find more flavorsome than cheese?
‘Tis nothing but mere curdled, spoiled milk.
Livarot’s salty, briny, curd doth please,
and runny, earthy Brie is satin silk.
Gallant and Sage art those who first ate Bleu
Malodorous pilose, fungal streaked,
Well-aged, the acrid tang is déjà vu.
Fain once smelt, the urge to cheese is piqued.
Warm Gruyere ‘til it flows, le bon fondue
Salt crystals crispy crunch finds Parm sublime
Banon’s caprine love stays on palates true
Whilst Cheshire soars; broad smile’s bite each time.
Doth milk of goat or sheep, yak or camel,
Hail cheese! The finest gift of mammals.
---February 2020.
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