Dear Marc (like cheese),
Your hair is soft (like cheese),
Your bed smells cool (like cheese),
Your chin is squishy (like cheese).

I like your basement (like cheese),
I like your drums (like cheese),
I like the ground (like cheese),
I like bubble pipes (like cheese).

Your socks are black (like cheese),
Your eyes are blue (like cheese),
Your hair is yellow (like cheese),
Your floor is carpet (like cheese).

You like cabbage poems (like cheese),
You like play station (like cheese),
You like cigar smoke (like cheese),
You like chocolate (like cheese).

I like your style (like cheese),
I like that you dance (like cheese),
I like your childishness (like cheese),
I like Pokemon (like cheese).

You are tall (like cheese),
You are white (like cheese),
You are my friend (like cheese),
You are Marc (like cheese).

I AM COLE (unlike cheese)

Stalking wild pray,
Creeping quiet as the wind,
Yes, it is I, Cole.

Happy is a blue water.
Happy is a green ground.
Happy is a yellow fire.

Black as midnight shale,
Head twitching this way and that,
Escaping without fail,
Stupid big fat rat.

He creeps forward with intent,
His hunger growing with each step,
He wants lunch, for this he is hell bent,
Across the entire swamp he has swept.

The bird rears his ugly head,
Revealing his razor sharp chin,
He thinks he is surely dead,
Could it be he won't win?

But he is Cole so that cannot be,
So I'll leave you with this, that bird was tasty.