Much Ado About A Whole Lot of No-One
I shall become an illeist
As I write this bit of fizzle
It may seem a thing of great conceit
When one drones on about oneself like drizzle
The Cheese is not an android
She often makes herself a fool
She's at the intersection between too closed and too open
Her defensive posture leads to ridicule
The Cheese is kind of ghetto
She has skin as pale as zinc
Some say a body like a draftsack
Most men from her would shrink
In her younger days, she liked to make mischief
But she had a heart of gold
Now her heart is hard as brick
Her once loving spirit is cold
It sometimes seems she might strangle
In the tangled web her psyche weaves
It might seem she doesn't know how to give love
In truth, she doesn't know how to receive
So now you know a little bit about Cheesy
And this might not seem to be very nice
But there might be a lesson for you to heed
In knowing folk with unlucky rolls on life's dice
Cie AKA Cheesy
