Pass me the cheese, please, vicar.
Not the blue stuff: that’s the Devil’s
The smell itself is making me sicker
So, please just keep it well away.
Pass the cheese, please, my good friend.
Not the rubber gum: that’s for kids
Cheese should never bounce or bend.
Save that stuff for modelling class.
Pass the cheese, please, dear Gromit,
My cracker’s bare with no partner
Actually, forget it, I may just vomit
The stench of blue still kills the air.