Apparently G.K. Chesterton once said that Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. This dearth of cheese poems in the cannon ends here and now.
There was a young fool from Leeds
Who was exceedingly fond of cheese
from Africa, India, Kalamazoo
Processed, Artisinal, fresh, and aged too
He ate the whole lot
til his tum was a pot
that gluttonous fool from Leeds