1018 – No Visitors

No Visitirs
That’s the problem: they come to visit, but they stay for gouda.

House Made of Cheese

I wish that I lived in a house made of cheese
With windows of Swiss that could let in the breeze
A carpet of Cheddar spread out of the floor
A knob made of Parmesan there on the door.
American slices for curtains and drapes
And big blocks of Gouda in furniture shapes
The faucets would bubble both brie and fondue
I’d sleep in a bed made of soft, shredded Blue.
Surrounded by cheeses – floors, ceilings and halls;
and if I got hungry, I’d munch on the walls.

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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