I call it, an Ode to a Curd:
It sits in the cupboard.
beckoning.
teasing.
but locked away.
buy it in hoardes.
solid.
grated.
or chopped my way.
As my olfactory
determines it's name
I think of it's flavour
I think of it's name
I quickly feel shame
what am I thinking?
what is it about?
why, nothing but cheese,
with no trace of doubt.
took me about 10 minutes to come up with that one. Not exactly prize-winning.