Story Go Round 06/29/2002, round 2, #6

Rejected Shakespearean Sonnets

Cheese is not cheese, that melts with the melter to grate,

and, having melted, does once more congeal. Oh no, it is

a far stringier thing than once I did eat, and when

the ode to a shoelace I found in my spaghetti,

which had wound itself around my finger

like your sweet nostril when I

doth pick your nose for you.

Nay, sweeter still, are the moments dear

when there is nothing but cheese between us, for

cheese talked not, neither does it crumble. These are

the times when our souls in higher melody doth rise

and settle in a further place full of new savor, like cheese.

Amber is purple; John is pink; Alan is blue; Terry is orange; Paula is green; Eric is brown