Melted Cheese
J M Henrie
J M Henrie
I shall not eat thee on a summer's day
Nor in the dark of night will I consume
I do not understand the minds of they
Who, with a smile, with thee their breath perfume.
I will not eat thee on a crowded train
Nor try thee on a cold, high mountain peak.
What madness doth consume the men who claim
That gooey yellow mold is good to eat?
I've tried thee once, and yes I must confess
You rock on pizza and 'tween bites of bread...
I'd have to be insane or in duress
To eat thee otherwise, as I have said.
123Now, ice cream, there's a food that is divine
Nor in the dark of night will I consume
I do not understand the minds of they
Who, with a smile, with thee their breath perfume.
I will not eat thee on a crowded train
Nor try thee on a cold, high mountain peak.
What madness doth consume the men who claim
That gooey yellow mold is good to eat?
I've tried thee once, and yes I must confess
You rock on pizza and 'tween bites of bread...
I'd have to be insane or in duress
To eat thee otherwise, as I have said.
123Now, ice cream, there's a food that is divine
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