An ode to cheese curls...balls...the like.

Oh cheesy cheesy cheese curl

Round and crunchy balls

You are most like me in ways

Countless to mine eyes,

Perhaps not at all to the masses.

I shall share the correlation

Lest you are one that does not see....

Salty in nature, sharp of tongue

That be you always, and me when unchecked.

Round, curled, with no sharp edge

You roll about in the bag and I languidly in my bed.

Cheesy, flakey, leaving yourselves on others

'Tis common to brush you and I both away...but more is wanted, truly!

We stain the lives of others with joy!

We stain the lives of others with lack of control!

We stain the lives of others so to bring such a thirst!

We stain the lives of others with regret to be repeated

and repeated

and repeated

Until the bag doth be empty.