There are all sorts of cheeses
I would like to try.
But there are also a great many cheeses
I have already feasted upon.
I have eaten the cheese of the cow
(Haven't we all?)
And the cheese of the sheep; baa! baa!
I have licked the goat's nipples and sucked
From their teats, to let the milk stir in my
Womb. Homemade, personal cheese
To the little boy inside of me.
There was milk all upon my face:
my eyelids and cheeks and ears were stained with the
Milk of the dripping goat teaties,
Which all stirred slowly down the wrinkles
Of my skin into my mouth
And onto my hungry wet flapping tongue.
I have eaten cheese of the sheep,
Bittter and powdery and good and hearty.
I have stolen the milk of the dead
Mother moose, and turned it into
Cheese divine, made by God for his angels.
I have had cheese of woman,
My sister, indeed. It was small, and cold
And not very savory. But I had it, O! yes.
I put mushroom gravy on top of the
Seal's cheese, fishy and wet.
But I have not yet had the cheese of the tigress,
Far too fast to catch.