“Fried and Lightly Over” used to be my preferred way.
Then eggs fell into disfavor, after the cholesterol scare,
“Eat your eggs at your own peril, if you must and if you dare...”
My wife decided, to be helpful, that I should eat eggs judiciously,
And I fell into the habit of viewing them suspiciously.
Now I can take or leave them, having lost their former charm,
Whether fried, or boiled, or scrambled, I don't think they do much harm ...
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Yet for cheeses of all manner my appetite has endured,
And no matter where they come from, they still hold the same allure,
Smeary brie or hard, sharp cheddar, young or riper camembert,
Be they mild, or be they zesty, all the cheeses I revere...
Whether they're from France or Holland, England, Italy or Spain,
Love of cheeses I still cherish, and it always will remain,
I don't care if they're too fatty, or if they contain too much salt,
Give me cheese to make me happy – give me cheese, and I'll exalt...