James McIntyre

(25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

Ode On The Mammoth Cheese

Poem by James McIntyre

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.

Comments about Ode On The Mammoth Cheese by James McIntyre

  • Anonymous (4/16/2018 9:19:00 AM)

    Lovely cheese, Gromit!(Report)Reply

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  • Hester Andrews (11/12/2006 11:10:00 AM)

    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(Report)Reply

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  • poem hater (3/31/2005 10:01:00 AM)

    goat cheese is the queen cheese(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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