SPORE ME

Guess it’s no wonder…

Considering my upcoming trip to New York…

And all the holiday parties I’ll be attending…

That new lyrics to “New York, New York”

Popped into my head.

Please, feel free to sing along.

Start spreading the cheese

It’s that time of year

But I want no part of it

Blue cheese, blue cheese

These holiday feasts, all include these

The dips ‘n balls ‘n canapés of

Blue cheese, blue cheese 

I wanna go to a party, just once in my life

And find no Roquefort or Stilton, and no rind of brie 

These stinky old cheeses

Have the same mold

That grows in basements and caves

At least that’s what I’m told 

I don’t care if you slice it up or melt it down

I still won’t eat—blue cheese, blue cheese

So? Are you a lover of the mold?

Always, Em-Musing