An Ode to Dairy
There is no greater joy
For me or my fellow man
Than that stollen abreast
Of the steers' greatest friends.
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Cheddar, feta, blue,
Havarti, belle, or Swiss;
Nothing is quite as pure as cheese
Until she goes amiss.
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A tightness in my tummy.
Abdomen gone awry.
I ate the forbiden fruits . . .
Of a lactose intolerant guy.
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Lactose oh lactose
Why for art tho diary?
Digesting you leaves me
Feeling quite airy.
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.
Oh how lovely a craft
A true work of art!
Milk spoilt just right;
Until ... I have to fart.
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.
For my Gouda does not,
She does not feel good.
But cheese; oh my cheese
You are the forbiden food.
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For that foul dairy air -
Escapest my poor derriere.
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