The two Cornish (Kernewek) Cheesemen were hunched over the Cheeseboard, playing Cheese, or ‘Keus!’ as they called it.
Sixteen (hwetek) pieces of Cheese (Keus) each, and then let the game of Cheese (Keus!) commence.
Not sure of the rules, but who needs rules when you have that much Cheese (Keus!)
I live in a block of cheese,
With my sister Eloise,
she is very hard to please, and she’s trying.
.
Her favourite food is bread,
but it goes right to her head,
And she’s never ever the one, who is buying.
.
Eloise has dodgy knees,
they came in threes,
and knock loudly when she talks –
though, strangely enough, they are silent when she walks.
“We’re going on a Camembert Hunt!”
“What?”
“It’s a type of cheese”
“You don’t say.”
“I do say.”
“It’s just s play on words.”
“Yup!”
“And it’s ever so cheesy.”
“Exact-a-menté!”
“Whatevs!”
You – a song about cheese
In C/G/D as usual, possibly minor chords as it is a sad song.
You, remind me of cheese
in fact, everything reminds me of cheese,
because, I’m hungry, Louise.
And, I know your name is Jane;
but, for a rhyme I went insane,
and hunger is a tease
when all you can think about is…
cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese,
cheeeeeese!
Cheesy Socks
Are cheesy socks
a thing to you?
When removing them
do you go ‘phewwwwww?’
Does one sock smell
of ripe Emmental;
and the other of Stilton or worse?
Would a gas-mask be useful
In dealing with a pair;
whilst, on standby,
a recovery nurse.
The aroma so heady
of a stinky sock,
will leave you unsteady
and a nostril unblock;
if you find you’ve a pair
that reek of Boursin de Pied
it’s best that you incinerate them
for a year and a day.
Me: This is ‘Ooze Cheese.’
You: Whose cheese is it?
Me: Yes, that’s right.
You: Sorry. No; whose is it?
Me: Yes.
You: No. What I’m asking is ‘Whose. Cheese. Is. It?.’
Me: And what I was saying was: ‘It’s. Ooze. Cheese!.’
Narrator: And so it went on; neither party comprehending what the other meant; until both inevitably collapsed into a sea of incapability…
… And the Ooze Cheese…
… Slowly oozed away…
… Until…
… It was no more.
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Graeme Sandford 