Behold its pungent glory
Sitting on a plate.
I can’t wait to tell the story
Of your impending fate.
Some like you sharp,
Others moldy.
If I’m honest, I want
You to be holey.
For Swiss is my miss,
My ever-delightful friend.
The bliss that you bring,
I never want to end.
Chesterton would be proud.
Raw. Honest. Brave.