Try not to love this awesome cheesy poem by Lisa Leshaw

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The doctor asked my diet

I smiled and could not lie

I’m pretty much a cheeser

Then looked her in the eye;

Cheddar is my breakfast

Gouda comes with lunch

Swiss it’s part of supper

Laughing Cow rounds out the bunch

I stock it in my pockets

To buoy me through life

No matter what the problem

Cheese is a cure for strife.

Forget about the burger

Or the sandwich that you grill

I eat it from the wrapper Naked,

plain that is the thrill.

The doctor wasn’t laughing

She chastised my choices of cheese

She wrote me out an eating plan

I nodded like I’d appease

Then I left her office

Found friends who would fondue

I’m in the market for a new doctor

Who understands what a cheeser will do.

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Lisa’s Bio: I love Stevie Swift

love you too, Lisa!