Turn of the Wheel

The Cheddar is dead,
long live the Cheddar!
all the poets cried

as the maids of Camembert
softly wept, for Monterey Jack—
deep fried.

A knife to slice
old Feta is good,
two knives—even better,

and nothing is ruder
than nibbling on Gouda
before you've even met her.

Creamy Brie, in the garden
of Edam, prophesied
that sooner or later

no matter how big
a cheese may seem,
there’ll always be a cheese grater.