I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a Brie.
A cheese that sports a paper vest
To keep its crust from being stressed.
A wheel that's labelled to display
The price the purchaser must pay.
A slice that outdoes Camembert,
Blue Vinny, Emmental, Gruyère.
As such, it makes a gourmet drool
To contemplate this cheesy jewel.
Poems are penned by folks like me
But you need cows to make a Brie.