A far cry from cheese.

by justbekozlowski

Goodness me,
I said to myself,
‘How can they call this cheese?’
Said a friend of mine,
‘I do not know,
But it brings shakes to my knees’
Then I said, kneeling,
‘I know the feeling,
I got caught by the breeze,
Now I’m here on the floor,
Sweating milk from my pores,
Would you call an ambulance please?’

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