My daughter is required to write a poem for tomorrow about a child’s favourite thing. She’s demanded I should do it for her. I’ve said I won’t, but have written this to hold in reserve:
Oh, you can love the telly,
Or to look at trees.
But, thinking of my belly,
What I love is cheese.
O Beautiful, beautiful cheese:
One sniff and I’m weak at my knees,
And I cry: “Kind Sir, if you please,
A pound of mature cheddar cheese!”
So you can love your jelly,
Your coffee and your teas,
And I will fill my belly
Every day with cheese.
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A limerick by “Uncle Neil”
There was once a young lady from Deal,
Who was asked what she liked – yes, for real!
She replied, with great ease,
“I do like toasted cheese,
And a glass of fine wine with my meal.”
She wrote her own in the end
There was a young lady of Ryde
Who ate some green apples and died.
The apples fermented
And now the lamented
Has cider inside her inside.
*applause!* all round! :>))