Here is a poem what I writted.
It is about cheese.
I believe in planes and cars,
In wagon wheels and milky bars.
I believe in knives and forks,
In question time and political talks.
I believe in chicken spread,
And a Sunday morning lie in bed.
I believe in work and play,
And every man should have his say.
And to make the day pass with ease
I use the power of the magical cheese.
The magical cheese is a friend to me,
The cost is cheap – in fact it’s free.
It helps us all to pass the day,
Keeping badness out of our way.
The cheese is golden like the sun,
But it will not burn you on the bum.
The cheese can be found all around,
Like in the air or underground.
It’s power is spread across the land,
From mountain top to beachy sand.
But all these words could never please,
If YOU don’t believe in magical cheese.