I like big cheese and I cannot lie
Those other foods I can deny
When you see ole cheese with its ooey-gooey self
And its round shape in your face, you get sprung
Wanna eat it up, then you notice your butt
is stuffed
deep in the jeans I’m wearin’
I’m stuck and I can’t stop swearin’
Oh baby, I want some swiss, ya
Or nacho-cheese-ya
My homegirls tried to warn me
But a skinny butt makes me so hungry!
Oh Rump-o’-cheese-curd
You say you want to get in my fridge?
Well please do, please do
‘Cause I ain’t no healthy foodie
I’ve seen ‘em judgin’
To hell with that grudgin’
It’s spread, shred
Got in goin’ like some Whole Food’s ched’
I’m tired of magazines
Sayin’ cheese just ain’t the thing
Take the sandwich lover and ask him that
Cheese gotta be on that stack!
So, Fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your tired wife got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell ‘em to shake it (shake it!) shake it (shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
And bring the cheese back!
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About Alana: Alana Smith is a boy mom, writer, and nurse anesthetist. She lives in Alabama with her husband, boys and dog Sam. When she’s not writing or chasing little humans, she can usually be found in the aisles of Target.
Poems About Cheese 
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