Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Cheese, Please

I'm called Medusa, a gal who

Does have a head of snakes to feed.

And cheese is what we love to chew,

A satisfying food indeed.

A cheese factory I do own

Where all kinds of cheeses are made.

Some employees I turn to stone

When I find them to fail the grade.

The snakes and I are in ac"curd,"

There must be cheese when we do dine.

I hear the snakes hiss out the word,

"Cheese got a head for bizness fine."

Fav'rite cheese for the snakes and me,

Gorgonzola, would surely be.