Asiago midst crumbled ruins;
Whence eyed that ancient Emmental:
Castle Roquefort; Nay Neufchatel,
Nor Colby Cottage thatched:
But aged Brick, Marbled amber,
Cloaked in veined Gorgonzola;
Nigh whose mould Blue walls,
Nay flower Gruyere.
Liveno there Italian noble Romano:
No airy Swiss or flippant Monterey Jack he;
With bride maiden Pure:
Whose Skim was as Cream,
A beauty beyond all com\' Parmesan.
Life was Gouda;
Tilsit one Vailed Knight:
A Humboldt Fog hung Stilton air;
Wherein a Lincolnshire Poacher,
Camembert away his Dutchess.
Manchego!
“Oh cruel Fetas.” he cried
For his lost love heartaChed, dark mood
Tears flowed Fontainebleau;
Havarti to Provolone his true love?
Yes. He would Go at once to free her:
As soul Processed by demon Wheys;
To Leyden the Trappe Veritable;
Thus send Curworthy foe to its Greve.
Brave Chevre he\'ll thus be shown.
Alas,
When he Cojita the Muenster,
It went Pourly;
He Pule out too soon and Doppelganger;
And so in Curds his own demise.
Aye,
Tis Lief\'s String that\'s cut Brief;
Yet me thinks however Sliced:
This Head cheese but Farmer Manouri
Lorraine!