Monroe Mouse
Monroe was a happy mouse
But he was quite unusual, you see.
He enjoyed eating seeds and grain
But he’d never partake of cheese.
Like others of a mousey persuasion…
Monroe wasn’t too hard to please…
He’d consume corn and bread and such
But he drew the line at cheese.
Monroe’s mother had tried everything.
She coaxed and begged on bended knees
But twas of no avail, dear reader,
Monroe just wouldn’t eat his cheese.
Dad tried but like his mother, he failed.
“Just a nibble and we’ll have peace.”
But Monroe remained quite adamant…
He refused to taste the cheese.
Monroe was not really a picky eater…
He’d lunch on lettuce, broccoli and peas.
But when it came to milk products,
He couldn’t stomach the thought of cheese.
Edam, Munster, cheddar, Swiss…
Monroe would have no part of these.
He felt the world would be a better place
If no one had invented cheese.
The pages of time, they turned…
Monroe traded meadows for the trees.
He took a bride… a wonderful gal
But she only knew how to cook cheese.
Eat it or not, tis all I have to offer you.
(The first of his bride’s marital decrees.)
Left with no choice, Monroe sat down
And he finally tried the cheese.
It was soft and squishy, with an off-putting tang.
The smell caused Monroe to sneeze…
Just as he had always suspected…
He detested the taste of cheese.
There are always life lessons
Found in parables like these:
Look to find a good wife…
Make sure she cooks more than cheese.
Stash