Thursday, 31 October 2019

The cheese mines

In shafts and tunnels damp and dark
deep underground beneath the park

they toil until their hair is grey
shoveling cheddar every day.

Only the brave would ever go
to seek their bounty down below

far beneath the clay and shale –
the golden seams of Wensleydale.

Daily they descend to hell
to bring us up our Babybel

Double Gloucester, Port Salut
Mozzarella, Danish Blue.

They are facing doom down there
from slides of liquid camembert

razor shards can slice a man
from dynamited parmesan.

Breathing just for you and me
the deadly fumes of ripening brie

our jaded palettes just to please
courageous men are mining cheese.


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