Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Do Not Say Cheese

Last time I go on a blind date.

I got stuck with Monterrey Jack,

Who truly on my nerves did grate,

As he proceeded to unpack

Different cheeses to give me.

And with each cheese a come on line

Such as how gouda he could be,

A hunk of him could be all mine,

Then gave me some mozzerella.

Oh with him Miss me could not miss,

Hang out with such well hung fella,

Offering me a piece of swiss.

Cheesier date I never knew,

I left before I turned too blue.