Perhaps of interest:
Some cheesey haikus to bring @lm77 into the fray
And Finally Cheese Limericks with no preview:
http://www.oedilf.com/db/Lim.php?Word=cheese
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Lesson learned: never make a sweeping philosophical declaration based on ignorance of poets when a trained librarian is around! LOL thank you! Itâs heartwarming to read about cheese.
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We got skooled!
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Ha! I just thought the whole idea was too cute. I have abook of poems about bugs. Somebody has to have written cheese poetry! Even just to challenge Chestertonâs lament.
A literary feast!
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Obviously more sibling romance than rivalry in that first family.
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Hubert and Agnes were each stepparents later in life? (E.g., Fabian his biological son, Yvette her biological daughter, no incest required. Similarly Marie and Guy. ;Â -Â )
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Uncle Dad and Mama Aunt?
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Where was that from? (No morphological evidence of incest related genetic mutations obvious in the bottom row anyway.)
I suddenly want to sing âIâm my own Grandpaâ from The Muppet Show
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Iâm reminded that is was when I was in second grade I think, two-thirds of a century ago, a couple of classmates were surprised that the teacher had a mother. XD
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Good ones. XD 
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What about James McIntyre?
Father Ranney
When Father Ranney left the States,
In Canada to try the fates,
He settled down in Dereham,
Then no dairyman lived near him ;
He was the first there to squeeze
His cowsâ milk into good cheese,
And at each Provincial show
His famed cheese was all the go.
Then long life to Father Ranney
May he wealth and honour gain aye.
He always took the first prize
Roth for quality and size,
But many of his neighbors
Now profit by his labors,
And the ladies dress in silk
From the proceeds of the milk,
But those who buy their butter,
How dear it is, they mutter.
Then long life to Father Ranney,
May he his health retain aye.
The farmers can not be beat,
They have both cheese and their wheat,
Though now their greatest care is
For to watch oâer their dairies,
They carefully fill their mows
With provender for their cows,
And they thus enrich the soil
With much profit for their toil.
We will sing this refrain aye,
'Long life to Father Ranney.
The motto âunion is strengthâ
Is carried out at length,
In the most compact array
At every cheese factory,
Youâll see without going far as
There is one kept by Harris,
The factory of Ingersoll,
Just out at the first toll.
May he never suffer pain aye,
The Father of cheesemen Ranney.
Or you may go all the way
To see one kept by Galloway,
And out in the Norwiches
Dairymen are making riches,
And honor has been won
By Harvey Farrington,
The same path is trodden
By folks about Culloden.
May his strength never wane aye,
The great dairyman Ranney.
And of late we saw some
Very good cheese from Lawson,
All around Mt. Elgin
Dairymen have well done,
And out in East Nissouri
They make some scores a day,
From Jarvis and Elliott
Some good cheese are bought.
And we will all remain aye,
Indebted to Father Ranney.
Now we close this glorious theme,
This song of curds and rich cream,
You can buy your hoops and screws,
And all supplies for dairy use,
Milk cans and vats, all things like these,
In Ingersoll great mart for cheese,
Here buyers all do congregate
And pay for cheese the highest rate.
So we call on you again aye,
To honor Father Ranney.
Ode on the Mammoth Cheese:
We have seen thee, queen of cheese,
Lying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze,
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
All gaily dressed soon youâll go
To the great Provincial show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.
Cows numerous as a swarm of bees,
Or as the leaves upon the trees,
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled, queen of cheese,
May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you onâ as far as
The great worldâs show at Paris.
Of the youth beware of these,
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek, then songs or glees
We could not sing, oh! queen of cheese.
Weârt thou suspended from balloon,
Youâd cast a shade even at noon,
Folks would think it wasâ the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.
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This sounds like what I do with online simulations (What happens when I set this asteroid impact simulator so that the mass and density of the object hitting earth is like a 66,000,000,000 solar mass singularity? I see that it doesnât use relativity and has no upper bound on crater size).
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