Cheese Weasel Day Poetry
This fantastic poem was written by my good friend Molly Carocci.
She has licensed this under the Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Creative Commons License.
The Cheese-loving Shepherd to His Love
Eat cheese with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That dills and Wensleydales and Tetillas, Or Edams or Havarti yields.
And we will sit upon a sweater,
And see the shepherds eat some Cheddar
By shallow rivers, at whose falls
Melodious birds eat Emmentals.
And I will make thee clothes of cheeses
Amid a thousand fragrant breezes;
A cap of Cantal, and some Fontal,
Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle.
A robe made of the finest Brie
Which you shall wear so Caerphilly;
And shoes of finest Port Salut
With buckles made of Lou Palou.
A belt of Gouda ringed with Feta,
With Stilton clasps and Mozzarella:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Eat cheese with me and be my Love.
The cheesy swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then eat cheese with me and be my Love.
She must love eating cheese. The poem was good.
Molly has earned the recognition of the esteemed Cheese Weasel committee. She’s been appointed Poet Laureate of Cheese Weasel Day, and is receiving all the privileges and benefits that such an honor deserves! Read more.
That is ALL THE AWESOME. Wow. Who knew when I first wrote that poem at the dawn of the Internets, that it would someday commemorate this most nerdy holiday.