In Praise of Cheese
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
– G.K. Chesterton
The answer to all of our problems
Allows those at toil to have ease
A balm for all of your worries
The wonderful creation called Cheese
It is an Irishman’s Manna
From heaven – from the Dáil – to us sent
And us the hungry and grateful people
With it in our stomachs aught be content.
Poets of its praises heretofore were silent
But me: I sing loud of its praise
And we, the poor working classes
Are grateful to our government to the end of our days.