Oxford Cheese Ode Poem by James McIntyre

Oxford Cheese Ode

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The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.

A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,
O'er cropped the weary land grew poor
And nearly barren as a moor,
But now the owners live at ease
Rejoicing in their crop of cheese.

And since they justly treat the soil,
Are well rewarded for their toil,
The land enriched by goodly cows,
Yie'ds plenty now to fill their mows,
Both wheat and barley, oats and peas
But still their greatest boast is cheese.

And you must careful fill your mows
With good provender for your cows,
And in the winter keep them warm,
Protect them safe all time from harm,
For cows do dearly love their ease,
Which doth insure best grade of cheese.

To us it is a glorious theme
To sing of milk and curds and cream,
Were it collected it could float
On its bosom, small steam boat,
Cows numerous as swarm of bees
Are milked in Oxford to make cheese.

poem hater 31 March 2005

i thought i was the only cheese lover

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Kimberly Kastner 19 April 2006

HA HA HA very cute and funny! : D

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c h e e s e 26 August 2021

cheese cult

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Chezz Lover 30 April 2020

True Dat! :)

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Bless Makepeace 03 January 2017

Wow, this poem makes my heart sing with delight and praise! ! !

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Jack Williams 26 August 2009

Love cheese, come from Oxford, so this caught my attention. I think he's referring to a different Oxford though. Still, enjoyable.

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Poulet Noir 18 February 2007

You are truly a William McGonagall of our times.

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James McIntyre

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