Know this person, I do,

Who lives in a northern latitude,

She eats cheese making her cheesy,

But no one can say she is in anyway sleazy…

Lives for humor, does this lady I do discuss,

Never will you hear her, less after a few beers, cuss,

Nor does she make any trouble; never does she make a fuss,

Pretty normally when traveling she does take a bus,

To hold up her knickers she does often wear a truss…

I cannot say who this person is,

She does live in a state known for its cheese,

The way they do make it is really quite of ease,

Not to say this lady is in anyway easy,

She would box my ears, if she could reach them,

Oh dear I am in trouble now, she being the size of an M&M…

Her voice however, the voice of an angel,

An angel in the age range of an eleven year old,

Just prior to puberty, her voice so high,

Am I speaking to the right person, or her niece, I did think?

She is such a kind person, I really do, by picking on her, stink…!

                © ed ~ 9/6/04