cake tried to thread the cheese
but he chose the wrong sort
it wouldnt fit through the hole
took it back to where he brought
cheese seller how he laughed
“that fits in any hole”
cake insisted it didnt
“was too big for my bowl”
cake lost and took cheese home
sat and stared and pondered
cheese was burning a hole in his brain
he needed to have it soldered
to end this pain for once and all
cake had a vision
he called his mate who is in the trade
of money and televison
the idea was sold
cheese for Uk gold
rolled down a hill twice a week
his burning problem was sold
the day came to hand over the cheese
but cake was somewhat reluctant
he’d grown wierdly attached to his cheese
and the smell, ever so pungent
so cake and the cheese made a plan
to try and live together
but they had rules that couldnt be broke
no fruit, we are far to clever.
Long live the cake thread cheese . 8)