A Cheesy Poem

Tensely tripping,
All the fibres of reality converge in a sole happenstance
Tounges intertwine,
The viny melodies resonate with all the force
Of the aroma of roquefort.

A love gone sour,
My heart, curdled at the thought
of a world without mould.

My life, all meaning
Slipping
through the pores in the cloth,
This whey is not the way for me.

But age brings refinement.
Purified and salted am I,
Ripe and full pungent.
Bless me with your wax,
and I wax splendid.
Pray, where is the Claret?

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