A Poem about Cheese

I spun my blog post 'topic roulette wheel' just now, and it directed me to write a poem about cheese. Sorry, but I have no control over this. I must obey the topic roulette wheel.

Cheese - a poem

Stilton, Oka, Parmesan; Danish Blue, Havarti;
Cheese is loved by everyone coming to your party.
Gouda, Edam, Camembert; Cheddar, Gorgonzola;
Choose a cheese to match your drink - wine or Coca Cola.

When coming home from Switzerland I went to duty-free,
Bought myself a brick of cheese to bring back home with me.
I stowed it in the overhead (I thought I'd take my chances),
Mid-flight went up to get a pen and caught others' knowing glances.

Colby-Jack, Pepperjack; Brie or Provolone;
Shaved or melted, ground or sliced, with bread or just alone.
Feta, Cottage, Muenster; Jarlsberg, Ricotta;
If you haven't tried them all, I really think you oughta.

Growing up, my parents taught that cheese was good for you.
But later on I sadly learned that this is just not true.
It's high in fat and sodium, which can really hurt your heart.
So cut the cheese! Do it now! There's no better time to start.

(There. I kept it classy. And ended with a little health lesson.)