Cheese K. Chesterton

My brother sent me a quote the other day that I found both challenging and humorous. An English writer named G.K. Chesterton made this comment, which conjures a haunting and interesting quest in my gut:

"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." --G.K. Chesterton

Well, friends and poets, let's prove Chesterton wrong! Let's hope historians look back on the year 2008 and find a sudden and overwhelming onslaught of poetry connected to our beloved, and I mean beloved, cheese. Publish them everywhere-on your blogs, in your internet sites, on note cards to friends, in text messages. Let's cover this world with cheese poems, as an avalanche of cheese covers Sonic Cheese Fries.

Here's my first offering:


The Song of Cheese (Chris Rice 2008)

Oh cheese, how lovely thy very name!
At thy thought, what pleasures invade
My mind, my tongue, my memories,
My tender dreams.
What, alas, is a burger without thee?