Poetry is what happens when Words Collide with Emotions

Poetry is what happens when Words Collide with Emotions

Friday, September 7, 2012

If The Moon Was Made Of Cheese


Cheddar, Swiss, Parmesan, and Mozzarella
Who loves cheese more than my Bella?
Me and my Bella, whom I call Muffin Head
We love our cheese, even when it's wrapped in wax, the color red.
We dont care what color it comes
White, yellow, and orange we always say yummy
Especially when it goes into our tummy
When we dream, me and my muffin head
We dream of this place, sleeping in bed
We love our cheese, love it so much you see
Imagine a place with the muffin head and me
Imagine a place if you please
Imagine if the moon was made of cheese.

Mj

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