by Patti Yaeger
This poem is dedicated to pet rats everywhere!
Thou shalt not spurn Sir Mozzarella
For I can attest he is one fine fella.
Soft… ah perhaps… yet is firmness thy goal?
Or is it in how it is served… that thrills thy soul.
But no one can deny his wanton attitude,
Though … I find him rather attractive
As others cheeses I’ve known now inactive.
Now but old… some bedeck in mold.
Oh dear… oh dear… such visions unfold.
But … tales I do not share as they are mine alone
Shhhhhhhh. OH… my… do come in Prince Provolone.