So if the Moon were really cheese
Then Emmental’s perhaps for you
A ball two thousand miles across
With holes like craters through and through

But if you come by spaceship, then
you’d better choose the hardest one
Don’t grate it first―just make a globe
of finest, densest Parmesan

Or if your landing should be soft
Then Camembert I’m sure would do
But if they forge an orb that’s ripe
you’ll end up head to toe in goo

But Mozzarella isn’t good
because you’d bounce back up again
And set the Moon to wobble as
the ripples race across the plain

Let’s settle for a stinky cheese
A Munster that’s completely high?
Or Gorgonzola that's gone off?
I think I’ll stay on Earth, you try!



© Oliver Wright

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