A selection of poetry by the so-called ‘Chaucer of Cheese’, James McIntyre. I suppose there are worse subjects — or less interesting dairy products, at least — toward which one could direct their poetic talent.
Incidentally, The Guardian recently reported that works by McIntyre and fellow curd-enthusiast William Topaz McGonagall will ‘soon be recited in public for the first time in more than 100 years, and maybe ever’.