The Almighty king cheese went to town,
He wore his 700 carot gold plaited crown,
He stepped in dog poop he didn't care,
as long as he didn't get it in his hair,
yes, i know cheese don't have hair,
but all cheeses like to have flair,
that's why king cheese  wears a shirt,
even though it's coverd in dirt,
he wants to live to one hundred and fifty,
just look at him he's all so thrifty,
Ah, look at the warm rain, see it pelt...
OH NO, king cheese, he's going to melt!

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Lol, nice poem.

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