Poem -

1963 at Grandmas

1963 at Grandmas

Grandma asked what
my favourite cheese was..
Wenslydale!
You're only saying that !
Am I..?
But it is my favourite!
She looked
Like butter wouldn't melt..
I don't believe you even tasted
Wenslydale..
Oh but I have..
its crumbly lemony delicious
with pickle onions and doorstop
wedge..
I love it..it's the best!
She didn't like it..
She thought I'd say Red Leicester
or Chedder or Cheshire
some thing more fitting
with my station in life..
I eat Wensleydale Grandma..
Do I now need to teach
you how to suck eggs.

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