The Cheese Poem

I recently went through old, discarded notes of mine, and found this, ahem, ‘gem’ from my early writing career. I thought it would be unforgivable not to share it with you, dear reader.

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