Cheese, Please Poem by Ima Ryma

I'm called Medusa, a gal who
Does have a head of snakes to feed.
And cheese is what we love to chew,
A satisfying food indeed.
A cheese factory I do own
Where all kinds of cheeses are made.
Some employees I turn to stone
When I find them to fail the grade.
The snakes and I are in ac'curd, '
There must be cheese when we do dine.
I hear the snakes hiss out the word,
'Cheese got a head for bizness fine.'

Fav'rite cheese for the snakes and me,
Gorgonzola, would surely be.