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Ode to Cheese: A Dreamer's Delight

Sweet dreams are made of cheese,
A world of wonder and dairy ease.
Where Gouda rivers gently flow,
And Cheddar hills with golden glow.

In realms of Brie and Camembert,
Where every wish is rich and rare,
Mozzarella clouds drift by,
Soft and milky in the sky.

Parmesan peaks stand tall and grand,
Over a lush and fertile land.
Feta fields and Swiss pastures green,
With holes of joy, a sight unseen.

Sweet dreams are made of cheese,
Of wheels and wedges that never cease.
From ancient caves to modern art,
In every bite, a piece of heart.

Ricotta dreams on a moonlit night,
With hints of honey, soft and light.
Creamy Havarti melts away,
In the warm embrace of a summer's day.

Blue veins of Roquefort tell a tale,
Of aged perfection, rich and pale.
A tangy dream with a potent scent,
Of timeless lore and firmament.

Sweet dreams are made of cheese,
A paradise where flavors please.
From the mild and meek to the bold and brave,
In every taste, a story saved.

Munster mornings, bright and fair,
A breakfast feast beyond compare.
Provolone afternoons, serene,
With strings of joy in a golden sheen.

Evening falls with smoky Gouda,
A night of bliss, no dream could shroud a.
In the valley of the dairy dream,
Where every cheese reigns as supreme.

Sweet dreams are made of cheese,
A symphony that tempts and teases.
With every nibble, a note of song,
In the land where dreamers belong.

In corners cool and cellars deep,
Where cheese wheels age and secrets keep,
Lies a world of creamy delight,
An endless feast for the dream-filled night.

Sweet dreams are made of cheese,
Where worries melt and troubles ease.
A haven where each bite's a grace,
In a cheesy, dream-filled, magical place.

Käse macht alles besser. :lv: