Salacious. Succulent morsels of cheese. It's a pleasure to devour you. Your flavor is like a rainbow of taste, and the cauldron of gold is infil-trating my taste buds like water through a roof on a day with no sunshine, like a child who just had his candy stolen from him or her. My inner def enses shall be penetrated by thee, o great cheese. It's overcoming me with a rush of orgiastic, scrumptious, exuberant, flowery, exotic, squiggly joy. Your texture is like a snow
-covered field as it runs like a deer across my tongue, which
buzzes around my brain like a hornet around a child with ice
cream.
By Clay, Isabel, Zeinah, Greg, and Jacob Our Gift to a Child, and his or her World