My yellow vest
I wish you were cheese
I would never take you off
I would always love you
And you would always love me.
Even when you were old
And moldy
I would wear you proud
Like a sentimentally worn pair of sneakers
That have never known the meaning of bitterness.

My goldenrod pants
Or as the Italians say, "Pantaloni,"
How I wish, so, so, so, bad you were cheese.
I would nibble you in the morning for style
Pull you apart like string cheese in the afternoon for flair
And tear you down with my mouth to a skirt for effect
By evening.

My powdery white jewlery,
Meant to accent me, I wish I could accent you,
Be used by you, and I would be too,
If only, if only you were cheese.
Buttermilk silky smooth supple like a baby's
Bottom of the well, pell-mell, Helter Skelter,
Sing along Blue
Cheese.
Cheese.
Cheese.