Ode On The Mammoth Cheese Poem by James McIntyre

Ode On The Mammoth Cheese

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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.

Of the youth -- beware of these --
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek; then songs or glees
We could not sing o' Queen of Cheese.

We'rt thou suspended from baloon,
You'd cast a shade, even at noon;
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.

Anonymous 16 April 2018

Lovely cheese, Gromit!

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Hester Andrews 12 November 2006

My favourite poem! Not many people choose to write about cheese. We here a lot about wine, bread and meat. Cheese is the forgotten comestible. I salute thee, Mr MacIntyre

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poem hater 31 March 2005

goat cheese is the queen cheese

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James McIntyre

James McIntyre

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