I have shed my mantle of holiday sloth and come up with a little poem for you all that was inspired by one of the expensive (and pungent) holiday cheeses I bought for my husband and I to nibble on, as my daughter will now only eat pre-shredded simple cheeses. :-p
I will follow up soon with a post about some wretched teenage girls I had the misfortune of sitting next to at Starbucks yesterday, and my nail polish updates!
Oh! And for those of you who were curious how my holiday vampire read turned out — it was pretty bad. You can read my review here but suffice it to say Vampire short stories + romance + Christmas did not = as jolly a time as I thought!
So for your poetry fix, I give you…
O stinky cheese, I love you so,
though noxious fumes about you grow.
How is it you’re so good to eat
yet to the nose you smell of feet?
When upon cracking my fridge door
you call to me, “You should eat more
‘fore ’til I’m gone I will pollute
your kitchen air. I’m resolute!”
So why should I resist your call —
you cost a fortune, after all.
And now, time for a coffee!