The Cheese

(WARNING: This piece may stink)

All my life I’ve never been very photogenic,
But I’ll take pictures when people ask me please,
And though I still feel a little awkward,
I clumsily smile and simply say cheese.

When the wife asks me to make breakfast,
Naughtily she gives my cheeks a squeeze,
She gets mad because I won’t grade it,
Because I like to use a knife to cut the cheese.

And when she and I have those arguments,
I don’t know how to put her mind at ease,
After the discussion if I still feel the concussion,
I quietly leave the room and go cut the cheese.

When I’ve been stuck in office meetings,
And felt an uneasy cough or sneeze,
I don’t sweat it but I later I just may regret it,
Like I like my burgers I simply hold the cheese.

But the times I’ve been in the room alone,
When no else is there and let loose the breeze,
It’s just etiquette since no one’s there to smell it,
‘Til someone comes in the room and sniffs the cheese.

I know not too many people like to talk about it,
But it’s just like the birds and bees,
Everybody does it even if some won’t discuss it,
Everyone is guilty of letting loose the cheese.