The richness of cheese
The thickness of reams
Of paper cannot be debated.
The first bite is heaven.
I think I’ll have seven
Or eight if it takes to be sated.
There isn’t one kind—
The sharp with the rind—
I have to try all ‘ere I die.
Cause nothing quite pleases
Like beautiful cheeses.
And that, my good friends,
Ain’t a lie.
[This is a Featured Poem from our Spring 2024 Poetry Contest.]