Fata and cheese.

James McIntyre

A student of mine introduced me to this unintentional genius, known as the cheese poet, after a lesson on Scotland's alternative laureate, William McGonagall.

'The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.'

He even wrote a poem to Fata:

'We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze –
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.'

The rest is here.
 
James McIntyre

A student of mine introduced me to this unintentional genius, known as the cheese poet, after a lesson on Scotland's alternative laureate, William McGonagall.

'The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.'

He even wrote a poem to Fata:

'We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze –
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.'

The rest is here.

Oh yes! A worthy companion to the brilliant McGonagall, and you're lucky to have such a keenly minded student who would introduce you to him.

Easy there Meatloaf. Okay I'm just a Duchess of Cheese then, not a Queen.

Your Grace.
 
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