Tasty Goo.

Crumbs on the carpet,
Morsels in the bed.
Heavy dreams bust out the seams
Of my heavy head.

No bread left - no crackers,
No apples - out of pickle,
No vehicle or excuse for this
Final taste-bud tickle.

Tasty goo fills all the gaps
In my gappy teeth.
A yellow coat warms these gums
And hides the tongue beneath.

Furry mouthed and fuzzy eyed -
Why suffer these indignities?
I suffer for my one true love,
My darling soul mate, Cheese!