[OESY]

Prudence required me to wait until you announced this funday--
in the remote chance that everyone may not celebrate the same way:

It's a Bird!
It's a Plane!
No ! It's super cheeseball!
The master fighter of criminals he jumps buildings tall
But the problem everybody sees
is that he is made of cheese
the only thing he can not beat
is a pair of stinky feet
the smell will melt him and his nose
but all the bad guys have clean toes
so they're no problem to SuperCheeseBall
They're no problem, not at all

— Green Cake Girl

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[JustAmy]

LOL

Well there you are. I missed you.

When I log on in the morning I expect to be greeted by you and the Mayor. * grin *

My inbox was only half full this morning.

[JustAmy]

“The Cheese Moon”

I've heard it said by many around,
That the moon is made of cheese they found.
It's mined by little spacemen mice,
Who sell it for a handsome price.

The cheese we eat all comes from there,
From cheddar valleys beyond compare.
And in the rivers of Wensleydale,
The mice scoop cheese in metal pails.

If you peek up you might just see,
The Gorgonzola heights of Ghee.
And to the left and up a bit,
On Stilton mountains mice do sit.

So next time you sit down to cheese,
Remember the mice on Parmezan seas.
Who work non stop in their spacemen hats,
Just glad that they're out of reach of cats!

©2003 Gareth Lancaster