Alas, for it's gone away.
I cannot find it with ease.
Will you help me find it, please?
For I am filled with dismay,
Who is it that moved my cheese?
Its scent is still on the breeze,
I wish it with no delay,
I cannot find it with ease.
My breath is starting to wheeze,
I am beginning to sway,
Who is it that moved my cheese?
This loss feels like a disease,
My heart, it starts to decay,
I cannot find it with ease.
I'm feeling weak in my knees,
More than I'll ever convey.
Who is it that moved my cheese?
I cannot find it with ease.
PS. Go Saints and Drew Brees!!!
(This poem was written during the Super Bowl 2010)
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