James McIntyre

[The Cheese Poet] (25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

James McIntyre Poems

121. Oxford Cheese Ode 1/3/2003
122. Patriotic Ode 5/4/2012
123. People Will Talk 5/4/2012
124. Poe 5/4/2012
125. Poetry 5/4/2012
126. Port Burwell 5/4/2012
127. Port Stanley 5/4/2012
128. Potato Bug Exterminators 5/4/2012
129. Prof. Longmuir 5/4/2012
130. Prologue 1/3/2003
131. Prophecy Of A Ten Ton Cheese 1/3/2003
132. Questions And Answers 5/4/2012
133. Rabbit Story 5/4/2012
134. Reminiscences 5/4/2012
135. Response To Sentiment Of Scottish Poets 5/4/2012
136. Robert Burns 5/4/2012
137. Robert Fleming Gourley 5/4/2012
138. Salford Parsonage 5/4/2012
139. Saxe 5/4/2012
140. Scottish Names In Oxford County 5/4/2012
141. Shelley 5/4/2012
142. Snake And Potato Bug 5/4/2012
143. St. Andrew And Halloween 5/4/2012
144. St. Andrews Anniversary 5/4/2012
145. St.Catharines 5/4/2012
146. St.Thomas 5/4/2012
147. T.D Mkee 5/4/2012
148. Tennyson 5/4/2012
149. Tercentenary Ode On Shakespeare 5/4/2012
150. The Brothers Stuart 5/4/2012
151. The Cheese Pionner 5/4/2012
152. The Great Fire Of Ingersoll 5/4/2012
153. The Joys Of Prairie Farmers 5/4/2012
154. The London Flood 5/4/2012
155. The Power Of Steam 5/4/2012
156. The Shires On The Moray Frith 5/4/2012
157. Thomas Campbell 5/4/2012
158. Tiger and Elephant 5/8/2015
159. Tom Moore 5/4/2012
160. Transformation Scene 5/4/2012
Best Poem of James McIntyre

Ode On The Mammoth Cheese

We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze --
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.

All gaily dressed soon you'll go
To the great Provincial Show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.

Cows numerous as a swarm of bees --
Or as the leaves upon the trees --
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled Queen of Cheese.

May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great World's show at Paris. ...

Read the full of Ode On The Mammoth Cheese

Mrs. Moody

When this country it was woody,
Its great champion, Mrs. Moody,
She showed she had both pluck and push,
In her work, roughing in the bush.

For there all alone she will dwell,
At time McKenzie did rebel,
Outbreak her husband strove to quell --
Her own grand struggles she doth tell.

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