Monthly Archives: April 2016

Ditty

Enough’s been sung of juice divine
From reddish clusters grown on vine –
The drink of gods, which common men call wine.

Tis time to praise th’supremest food,
Of poets yet unsung, unwooed –
O pale mounts of pungence, stir my mood!

How gloriously you fill the belly!
Your perfect texture, unlike jelly,
Is solid softness – let them call you smelly!

Both simple folk and royals please
Their palates with a graceful ease
By munching ‘pon the humble hunk of cheese.

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