Bring me that smelly-feet cheese,
Oh King of Alsatians;
that rarest of creams raised in
damp caves of old.
Thou art a living piece of
pastures’ past
my sweet wet
stinking
Bishop.
Bring me that pua!
Epoisses, Pont
That makes my tongue sit up like a hard on;
that heady-home-grown, fungus-driven
layers of spread.
Leave thy creamy blue and green
terroir
on my tongue,
thy
miaw-meaux
Taleggio lover;
And I shall wash thy feet
with the
dry
crisp liquid
of my cask till my
days’ end.
(Eric Aronson & Kyril Bonfiglioli's (2015) "Mordecai" (18s))
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