Brendan William Swartzendruber had a few choice idiosyncrasies
His taste, however, were particular, as was his expertise
He lived to eat the finest caramel syrup dipped chicken Portuguese
And he savored every bite of refried butter-basted sweetpeas
But what really made his tummy hum was a wheel of left-handed cheese
Tuesday afternoons he would pay a visit to his local cheese jamboree
In order to replenish his supply of that delectable epicurean munchie
He stood patiently in line with the other enthusiastic cheese devotees
Daydreaming of how he would prepare his next meal of left-handed cheese
This Tuesday, like every other, found him mentally listing his favorite recipes
And as each order before him was filled he nervously knocked his knees
The anticipation he relished could also put him at unease
Finally he was in front of the clerk and requested his usual quantity
But horrors! For today he heard the words, "we are all out of left-handed cheese."
"This won't do he cried, this won't do at all you see
I must have my order if I have to strike a bargain with Mephistopheles!"
The clerk tried to explain that there was a shortage of the delicacy
Caused, it was believed, by rising demand from the Nepalese
Not matter what the clerk said, no words could appease
Brendan William Schartzendruber's need to acquire his desired adoree
"I do not think you heard me clearly," He stated with a wheeze
"So clean out both of your ears and allow me to reprise
I am here today for only one item, and that is left-handed cheese"
That's all I got.
Hmmm...this is one of those "the idea was much better in my head than the actual execution" dealios.
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