You will have to go to Maggie’s Farm for the full effect --
Carry on my
wayward bun
There’ll be quiche
when you’re done
Lay your
weary bread to rest
Don’t you
fry no more.
Or, if you
are more Eurymithical than Kansascal:
Sweet dreams
are made of cheese
Who am I to
diss a brie?
I cheddar
the world and feta cheese
Everybody’s
looking for stilton.
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