poems for children

Cheese – a poem for Stella

There are lots of different kinds of cheeses

Some with holes and some, which when you smell ‘em

blows your socks off to your kneeses

filling your head with lots of sneezes.


Not all cheese is holy,

except when eaten by a vicar

or an Archbishop of Canterbury.


Not all cheese is smelly

Unless left in the fridge too long

In which case it’ll start to pong.


Some cheese is blue, its true

The choice is yours

Its down to you.


If you prefer orange or red or green

This type of cheese is often seen

Upon the supermarket shelf

And if eaten in moderation

Is said to be quite good for your elf.


Spreadable, dunkable,  toastable cheese

Is sometimes all it takes to please

A yatchsman sailing on high seas.


But best of all is good old cheddar

A taste I learnt of from another

Who said it originates from a cow

I found it difficult to believe how,

When it clearly comes in a plastic cover

Bought in Tesco by my mother.

By Trefor Davies

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