G.K. Chesterton once said that, 'Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.'
So I would like to rectify that with a quote from W.C. Fields who said,
'The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath.'
(Albeit, he was not a poet.) I think Gorgonzola would be good to have at hand when sitting next to a bore at a dinner party.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem