Cultured from someones toes

You can tell when it hits your nose

To obtain this chi's a weez

Can you feel it in your knees?


Galaxy of Edam swirls in red

Edible pastic like you said


Stilton's mini monster mites

Makes me feel like a God

Never gives me a fright


Name your cheese and I'll tell you more 

Unless it's a bore son

This cheese I abhor


Why compare your Camembert

To the stars in the sky 

Even When they're not there?


Though there's cow tau

For your processed know how

Slime so divine

Straight from a bovine


We're firmly meant

To ferment the firmament

If we dont ferment the Milky Way

Andromeda wont wait a day

◄ Skedaddle

Jazz Don't Work In The Countryside ►


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