Ms. Mouse’s Cheese House
By Kathy Armijo

Down the glen,
around the bend,
on the edge of town,
you’ll find a bit of heaven.

This isn’t your Mother’s Cheese House
nor for the faint of heart.
I offer a brie-illant spread of cheeses
to tantalize the palates.

There’s camembert
for those wearing horsehair,
and mozerella
for the other fella’s.

A little cheddar
for your apple pie,
or perhaps a little sharper
to make you stronger than Popeye.

But, this spread has just begun
to brighten
the likes of the Neanderthal poets.
No need to put up defenses.

A glass of wine
will make it all superbly fine.
Add some chocolate, dried fruit
And some crackers to boot.

Oh my gosh,
such a wonderful nosh.
Those Neanderthals
we’ll then wash.

These poets may spout
their poetry,
but they truly prefer the revelry
In Ms. Mouse’s Cheese House.