Today is not only National Cheeseball Day, but it is also National Haiku day. I don’t know about you, but it seems to me the organization that hands out National Days must be smoking something. Nonetheless, I do love me some cheeseballs, even though I am lactose intolerant. Yes, I know they are often eclipsed by their higher-profile cousins, the Cheese Puffs, but there is something infinitely more mouth-popable about a good old cheesball.
In fact, on this most strange of National Days, as I think back on all my fond cheeseball memories of days past, I feel that my emotions concerning this yummiest of all crunchy snack foods can only be captured in – yes – a Haiku.
Please dim the lights, quiet your thoughts, and let these words flow over you like the soothing waters of a Japanese fountain…
Ball of cheesy fun,
I stick you in my mouth, yum!
Please don’t give me farts.
