Cheese

When we left Loitokitok, there was a celebration with the host families.  They asked us to come up with some entertainment to make the occasion more exciting, so I offered to write a poem.  There was absolutely no cheese in LTK and even in Kericho, it is expensive and I have to fridge, and this after going to college in Wisconsin…so this is what resulted:

Ode to Cheese

Mozzarella Parmesan and cheddar,

If only I had thought to know you better,

Than to think you\d be around all the time,

Now I curse and toast you with this rhyme.

Ricotta and cottage and brie,

Whatever have I done to thee?

So what if I used you each day?

‘Twas done in the most loving way!

I remember before my departure,

The cheddar was sharp as an archer.

The Swiss was as holy as matrimony

And reverently covered the macaroni.

Pro-va-lone.  I should’ve known.

Now I stand alone with nary a calzone.

A roasted Sammie with cheese,

Makes me weak in the knees.

Or a cream cheese christened bagel,

With coffee if I could finagle.

If Kenya would do as I say so,

Beans would be covered in queso.

Chapatti accompany muenster,

Ugali go get in a dumpster.

So I’m begging you please to come back,

My Colby and sweet pepper jack.

Be it shredded or sliced or cubed,

Or molten and straight from a tube.

I hope you can find your way here,

This week this month this year.