The Packers hail from this land
a cheesy head, spicy, not bland
curdled, or sliced, or by block
the store always keeps it, in stock
On a pizza, always divine
mac and cheese, superb, and sublime
don't slight the head cheese maker
he's not a Puritan, or Quaker
Plying a trade cross the nation
the tastiness of greater creation
mooing cows providing the milk
creamy and smooth as pure silk
Melted on meat, on a bun
eaten with fries and chives, on the run
queso and chip, that's a Mexican dip
cheese, it will clog, but what fun
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
The Packers hail from this land
a cheesy head, spicy, not bland
curdled, or sliced, or by block
the store always keeps it, in stock
On a pizza, always divine
mac and cheese, superb, and sublime
don't slight the head cheese maker
he's not a Puritan, or Quaker
Plying a trade cross the nation
the tastiness of greater creation
mooing cows providing the milk
creamy and smooth as pure silk
Melted on meat, on a bun
eaten with fries and chives, on the run
queso and chip, that's a Mexican dip
cheese, it will clog, but what fun
All that kept running through my mind when writing this, was a commercial a few yrs back of a little girl at Christmas time in the family living room surround by presents all the way to the ceiling, and her parents saying "WOW, those must have been some cookies", and the little girl pipes up and says "Twasn't cookies, I left him Cheeeese!" ;D
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