They look into the bowl
it is dark and quiet
one stands alone
a poo is present.
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It can be hard.
It can be soft.
The cheese is calling.
The cheese is goat.
...
it can be sliced in a salad
or melted on chips
in a toasted sandwich
the list is endless
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A lover of cheese.
Only cheese is seen.
Cinnamon then caramel
poetry in itself.
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The cheese undressed from its packaging
it felt oh so bare and tawdry but hoped
some saviour might run run run dash
the cheese excited the mantis
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The once solid block,
full of flavour,
overwhelming the senses.
Turned into a nub that has been battered
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