Fondue - Poem by gershon hepner
Don't think whenever I impose on you
and ask for favors that I am sadistic.
I do it since I know you're altruistic,
and treat you not unlike a cheese fondue
that people poke with forks and think it melts
for them and do not mind the heat
that makes it such a special treat.
That's why you're like that cheese––why else?
You melt for me like cheese that’s Swiss
transformed into a gourmet goo
when heated. Don’t take it amiss
that I too melt, so fond of you.
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