July 29, 2025 · 9:12 am
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My Day was Whey

Was today typical?

I had a sort of cheesy day

It didn’t come to much

The rind from yesterday

Turned into a kind of mush

The pan was pretty dirty

It was very  hard to clean

Cloth’s  I must have used about thirty

And the amount of scrubbing was obscene

The pan however is my favourite

To make my special cheese

So I wasn’t at all contrite

And really aimed to please

For  in the pan I warmed my milk

Indeed it was a pretty sight

I gazed as the whey  formed smooth as silk

And considered  my day  had turned out right.

Typical , time well spent or not, who knows

But for poetry I  think I put up a  glorious fight

Which I hope gave pleasure and now for some

prose.

Hark , look it is almost night.

Namaste and thank you for reading.May your Omnipotent being go with you

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  1. Stef's avatar Stefan
    July 30, 2025 at 4:43 am

    Cheese is important and I’m glad you wrote this poem.

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  2. philosophy through photography's avatar philosophy through photography
    July 29, 2025 at 11:40 am

    JB that was delightful—cheesy in the best poetic way! 🧀
    From crusty pans to silky whey, you turned a typical day into lyrical gold.
    Namaste, and may your cheese always melt just right!😄

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