plight of the kitchen poet
Maybe because my diet is mainly cheese and more cheese food does not play very highly into my poetry. I know some poets who write whole books about food; odes to soups and ham and eggs and whatnot. This is a photo of my kitchen. What's wrong with it?
No cheese in sight! Where's the munster? There should be a poem about munster somewhere …
Now, I thought the world lacked poems about cheese and was going to write something until I found this link, a whole webpage devoted to cheese poetry! I will let you judge for yourself the quality of the poems. I will leave you with a sample from Anthony Karalian and his poem "Old School Cheese." As Dave Berry would say, I swear, I am not making this up:
Yo, Yo, cheese is as fine as my fro.
I'll always want to eat it, even when I grow.
Cheese is a desire, I've gotta have some.
People that are really mean, must really lack some.
Cheese is Old School fun,
You can even stick it in a burger bun.
If you wanna try some, come to my pad, you're welcome.
Oh please, oh please, won't you just try some?
Polly want a cracker? NO! Polly wants some cheese.
Is that Green Eggs and ham? WRONG. That's a bunch of cottage cheese.
You must remember my motto.
Cheese is a power that you can't control, it will take you over, and make you an addict.
AHH, The power of cheese!
November 1st, 2006 at 1:18 pm
The power of cheese indeed–the power that makes me throw up. RESIST. RESIST. Cheese and I are mortal enemies.