A Bushel of Gorgonzola's Worth in Cheese

When wond’rous morn ‘pon fields of green doth light,

There lies a cheese of flavor reigning bright,

A Gorgonzola true with veins of blue,

Rich treasures sensual by taste did strew.

Sir Cheesemonger, he hails so bold,

In chambers cold, cuts wheels of molds so old.

Bright crumbles softer ‘neath a sun of gold,

Which ripe and fair Age’s hand with love has sold.

All knights and dames who sample singt say,,,, uswquuh,,,,.Actor heed call to valor

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