There was an old codger called Goldie
Who thought he was going to be mouldy
He scrubbed himself clean
Into such a bright sheen
That he saw he was just an oldie.
Goldfinch60
That odd cheesey smell eminating
had provided a rudest awakening
he nearly did flounder
by the fresh deli counter
but was only the cheddar they\'re grating
assured he weren\'t going insane
he ordered some cheese with blue veins
it suited his palette
but strained at his wallett
yes life\'s a funny old game
then he dined with a local old farmer
who\'s wife was really a charmer a bit of a cracker
and never a slacker
he nibbled a slice of leerdammer
dusk arising
The the cheese on the plate was just patie
which would make him become a bit fatty
To go with his beer
he wanted some cheer
so went off and found dolce laite
Goldfinch60
Though his sweet tooth\'s a mouldy old molar
he won\'t ever drink diet cola
it has to be said
a full bodied red
he prefers alongside cambazola
dusk arising
Eating his crackers in bed
Thinking of chardonnays and reds
Puzzled by woodas and shouldas
He wished he had chosen Goudas
A top these crackers instead.
Jerry Reynolds
‘Oh mirror, mirror on the wall
Can’t you reassure me at all?’
“Oh no sir, it is just too late -
Far better to accept your fate.”
Doggerel Dave