Salacious.
Succulent morsels of cheese. It's
a pleasure to
devour you. Your flavor
is like a rainbow of taste, and the cauldron
of gold is infil-trating my taste buds like
water through a roof
on a day with no sunshine, like a child who just had his candy stolen from him or her. My inner
def
enses shall be penetrated by thee, o great
cheese. It's
overcoming me with a rush of orgiastic, scrumptious, exuberant, flowery, exotic,
squiggly joy.
Your texture is like a snow
-covered field as it runs like a deer
across my tongue, which
buzzes around my brain like a hornet around a child with ice
cream.
By Clay, Isabel, Zeinah, Greg, and Jacob
Our Gift to a Child, and his or her World