I have, in my time, seen some cheeses.
No stranger to Swiss or Gruyere
I may, as I wander
wherever I pleases,
pause often to ponder
the prized food of meeses
and of some poets, here and there.

MEUNSTER AND BRIE
IT'S ALL THE SAME TO ME
(belloweth the mislactothrope)
I HAVE, IN MY TIME
HAD BETTER WITH WINE
THAN WAS FORMED IN THE BOWELS OF A GOAT

What discord! What spite has been uttered,
to curdle my smooth creamy dream?
Who cares not for dairy
or greets with a shudder
relation to cheesecake and to butter
to milk and to thick dreamy cream?

(Unfinished work-in-progress)