Cheese poem

I just noticed that post of Michelle's where she links to a cheese poem by Ron Slate. Here's another cheese poem in return, from Very Bad Poetry, given to me by JH a year or so back. This one's by the great furniture maker, Canadian patriot and well-known cheese admirer James McIntyre:

Prophecy of a Ten Ton Cheese

In presenting this delicate, dainty morsel to the imagination of
the people I believed it could be realized. I viewed the machine
that turned and raised the mammoth cheese, and saw the
powerful machine invented by James Ireland at the West Oxford
companies' factory to turn the great and fine cheese he was
making there. This company with but little assistance could
produce a ten ton cheese.

Who hath prophetic vision sees
In future times a ten ton cheese,
Several companies could join
To furnish curd for great combine
More honor far than making gun
Of mighty size and many a ton.

Machine it could be made with ease
That could turn this monster cheese,
The greatest honour to our land
Would be this orb of finest brand,
Three hundred curd they would need squeeze
For to make this mammoth cheese.

So British lands could confederate
Three hundred provinces in one state,
When all in harmony agrees
To be pressed in one like this cheese,
Then one skillful hand could acquire
Power to move British empire.

But various curds must be combined
And each factory their curd must grind,
To blend harmonious in one
This great cheese of mighty span,
And uniform in quality
A glorious reality.

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On an equally ridiculous note, it seems my 7-year-old brother has been Tomorrowed. He's quite pleased.