A Cheesy Poem In Kase of Butters

for KSM

I spied a cheese wheel
rising on the rise
and saw that my own form
was like a cheddar thigh

i chattered ill
like mozarella
like sun aloft
or mozart umbrella

a photon is a yellow curd

a bird-like doggy
a pavonine whirrr

a ruck and ruskin
come arolling cheesily
and on young skin
my buttery tongue
goes easily

I spied a cheese wheel
whose will be done
its whill a whipped
or carved cheese run

cheese is also a drug!