Limburger

a poem about cheese. I got inspired from the contest :-)

In the air, it lingers

across the supermarket, past the bakery

the aroma of stinky feet mixed with cream,

I wonder how you taste.

You are not holey,  you grow in mold,

sometimes you are perfected by the makers of old.

I wonder what you could be paired with,

a nice cabernet, or maybe a rich steak,

but I am just curious,

too afraid of the odor.

I'd rather ingest some fresh mozzarella,

or maybe some pepper jack.

Gouda would even be better than this,

but I refuse to eat swiss.

Limburger, Limburger, why do you taunt me

with your foul stench?

I smell you at the deli, and my throat begins to clench.

 

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

I thoroughly enjoyed this whimsical write Limburger tastes far better than it smells P:uck ip courage and try it