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Cheese
Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 10:14 am
by Heather
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
― G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions
Re: Cheese
Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 7:10 pm
by manfredvijars
I'll cut some for you Heather, here - pull my finger ...

Re: Cheese
Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 7:40 pm
by Heather
Uh, uh, I'm on cholesterol watch Manfred.
I did think, hope, anticipate that someone, just someone, might take up the challenge....show that ol' G. K. Chesterton how bush poets write about cheese.

Re: Cheese
Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 7:41 pm
by Heather
Of course, it would be Australian made (and owned) cheese.

Re: Cheese
Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 10:52 pm
by manfredvijars
COON of course ??
Re: Cheese
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 8:55 am
by Heather
I think COON is American owned. I used to buy BEGA because it was still Australian owned.
Re: Cheese
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 10:30 am
by David Campbell
Danish Blue Dreams
Eating cheese before bed, it is said, makes you dream,
so be wary of Camembert, Bega, and Cream,
and Halloumi, Red Leicester, and Stilton, and Blue,
for a late cheesy supper will likely make you
wander off into dreamland where Limburger trees
will be growing in meadows of Emmental cheese,
’neath a Wensleydale sky where a Cheddar of birds
chirrups sweet Gorgonzolas to frolicking herds
of Ricotta beef cattle and Lancashire sheep
singing Parmesan songs that will help you to sleep.
© David Campbell 05/04/15
Re: Cheese
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 11:05 am
by Heather
Simply delicious David! I love it. I wonder if it is the first ever poem on cheese?
Heather

Re: Cheese
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 12:43 pm
by Bob Pacey
Perhaps you should have called it When Poets Get Bored ?
Bob
Re: Cheese
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 1:27 pm
by David Campbell
I don't know about other poems, Heather, but there's that well-known song from Paint Your Wagon:
I Talk to the Cheese
I talk to the cheese
But it won’t listen to me
I talk to my Brie
But it never hears me
The cheese hasn't time
To stop, and hear what I say
I talk to my Brie
In vain
But suddenly, my words
Reach other cheeses’ ears
Pluck other cheeses’ heart
Strings too
I tell them my dreams
And while they’re listening to me
I suddenly see them
Turn Blue
I can see us on an April night
Just a Roquefort and Danablu
Sharing supper in the candlelight
With my special home-made brew
Then I'll tell them
How I pass the day
Thinking mainly how
The night would be
Then I'll try to find
The words to say
All the things they
Mean to me
I tell them my dreams
And while they’re
Listening to me
I suddenly see them
Turn Blue
You can hear Clint Eastwood singing it at:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nn8YubD01sk