A Sonnet about Cheese (Sonnet format Wrong)

by DourParoxysm   Jun 7, 2009


There is one food in which we all partake
Unless you have to limit your diet
Limits to be tested once you've tried it
Shan't try if you're lactose intolerant
Peradventure it become a mistake
To eat a food that's enjoyed by Karl Schmidt
Karl plays trombone in the orchestra pit
A mixture of the two would make you ache
Six hundred seventy kinds to enjoy
By man, woman, infant, boy, girl, Cyclops
Some of its orange and some of it's holy
Some you should shoot with a submachine gun
but the worst kind is that which is moldy and now my sonnet about cheese is done

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