The Cheese Poem

I dreamt I was a piece of cheese

You’d think I’s shocked but I was pleased

Was I a Brie or St Nectaire

That part had not been clear

I found myself on a platter besides a bruschetta

Then I was gone, what remained

Was the latter

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