Cheesy Poetry

So Crystal over at Aff The Fang assigned us the task of writing a poem about cheese. There were several interesting submissions. Go read for yourself. ๐Ÿ™‚ (Mine is pasted below…)

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Cheddar
by Shawn Powers

The yellow cheese from Cheddar was a sight that had to be seen,
See, the cows ate grass in Cheddar, high in beta carotene.
Perhaps the soil, perhaps the weather, no one really quite knew why,
Other towns couldnโ€™t get that special taste, but boy they sure did try!

People saw the yellow cheese, and knew that Cheddar made the best,
And that palest orange tint made it stand out from the rest.
Other towns made lots of cheeses, some were good and some were bad,
But people paid more for Cheddar, for it was the best theyโ€™d ever had.

The other cheesers hated Cheddar, and all the people from the town,
They thought of every sneaky way to keep Cheddarโ€™s profits down.
A lowly annatto tree farmer found the trick in a tiny seed,
It turned their cheeses yellow, which was just the thing in need.

People thought the yellow color is what made the Cheddar good,
So they paid more for the plain cheese, even though they never should.
For annatto seed adds color, but not a bit of taste,
All the extra cash for yellow, was a monumental waste.

So when you buy your cheeses, both the yellow and the white,
Know that a little town in England was the first to do it right.
If you judge your cheese by color, you might pay more than you should,
Be sure to taste the Cheddar, to make sure itโ€™s really good!

Not Quite Dead

If you were wondering about my lack of posting this week, it’s just because I’ve been getting up at 3AM to get some work done early. It’s sorta painful to get up at 3, so today I decided to go back to bed.

TTFN. ๐Ÿ™‚

First Post

No video this morning, because quite frankly, you don’t want to see me at 3:45AM. No, really, you don’t. Basically, there’s a few things I want to get done at school before anyone arrives, so early is the way I decided to accomplish that.

More later, I promise. ๐Ÿ™‚

Video Blog: Feeling Better, Back to Work

I’m not really “better” as in “healed” — but rather better as in better than I was yesterday. So, here I am at work. There’s no way I’m going to be ready for school to start. I can either deal with that, or stress myself to oblivion over something I can’t possibly change. I think I’ll try to choose the former, while likely slipping into the latter. Anyway, don’t I look better than your mental image of me over the past few days? ๐Ÿ˜€


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