Cheesy Poem

Lots of holes in my cheese

In my cheese lots of holes

There are more holes than cheese

When I'm making cheese rolls

Where my cheese used to be

You will see empty space

As my Gouda has gone

Holes remain in its place

'Cos a mouse found its way

To my fridge at midnight

Had a huge cheesy feast

Taking bite after bite

Now I stare at thin air

At my cheese full of gaps

Feel displeased with my cheese

So I've written this rap

Lots of holes in my cheese

In my cheese lots of holes

There are more holes than cheese

When I'm making cheese rolls