The Way to a Man's Heart
If you're seeking my devotion, feed me Asiago cheese,
Or smoky Gouda, aged Gruyere. Simply serve them with
Some crackers, maybe half a glass of wine, but, should
You learn that I am loathsome, place some of that
Awful stuff Americans pretend is cheese in front
Of me instead. I'll soon be gone.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-08-01 at 22:53
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