“This cheese is weird.” said my friend to me.
“They’re not naturally cubes you see.
The natural form is oval or round,
That’s how, in cheese forests, they are found.”
I inhale sharply and deliver tea
Into my nostrils and in front of me.
“What in the where now did you say?
I’ll ask you to repeat that if I may.”
“Cheese in the forests, in, you know, trees.
That’s where they grow, pollinated by bees.
Teeny tiny slices at first, but then,
A whole cheese wheel and that is when
You go and pick it so you have your cheese,
Before it falls down in an unusual breeze.”
She excuses herself as she is done eating.
Walks back to work or some sort of meeting.
My mouth so open it could house a fist,
I can only drool because of this sudden twist.