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
my sweet wet
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
on my tongue,
And I shall wash thy feet
of my cask till mydays’ end.
(Eric Aronson & Kyril Bonfiglioli's (2015) "Mordecai" (18s))