Cheese - By Steve Tsai
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“I love cheese!”
Said the boy with a sneeze,
As he sat down to play,
And make things out of clay.
Then at night,
He wished with all his might
That he could go to the moon,
Armed with a spoon.
He would, with ease,
Eat all the cheese,
That was the moon’s face,
Way out in space.
The moon jeered at him,
And the boy had a whim.
He would eat the face,
And leave not a trace.
Then the boy, he grew up.
He met people and he’s like “Was’ sup?
One day I will go to the moon,
One day, one day soon.”
One person he met,
Was Jengo Fett,
Who brought him through space
Right up to that face.
The moon seemed sad,
But cheese was to be had,
So the boy, now a man,
On the moon he ran.
The man took a bite of the moon,
And there’s something he found out quite soon.
I mean, what can I say-
The moon is made out of clay.
