Ode to Brie (with apologies to pretty much everyone)
Sing to me, cheese, of the brie
with snow-white rind palely soft
To thee I raise my poesy
In hallowed deli spots
Thy Oozing, spreading, creamy, fine
Interior gives me bliss
Thou truly art a cheese divine
with bread, with fruit, with knish
Baked or fresh, thy calories
are fragrant, every one
I sing to thee, o choicest cheese,
And now my song is done.
I have to go to the grocery store.