Cheesy Stuff...

I've been wheeled rind and rind the Yorkshire dales            
they've not stilton'd on cottage industries,      
holed and wheyed, cheddar gorged sniffed, licked and hailed            
" a Piers ploughman's lunch, please " in hostelries.            
           
Implicated in '  Killer Cheeseburgers '          
but, for sure, praised high as a Gouda'n,            
then reviled as 'awful nightmare, bringer'            
and strangely sold sweating, in a tin can.            
           
I'm processed to cheesy stuff by rennet      
on cauliflower been saucily poured,            
then Gorgonzola'd stoned to Welsh Rewbitt          
and made into strange jams like, lemon curd?            
           
Well Brie, I'd feta mozzarella back, gal,          
My Roquefort's home, edams, artisanal...