Sonnet 14b: The Cheese Has Left the Building

And when I say the cheese has left the building, I mean, it's not just a metaphorical plight, For the cheddar's gone, and I'm left to grieve, For the gouda days when our love was so fine.

Now, all that's left is a empty space, Where love once dwelled, but now it's a cheese-free place, I'm left to wonder, 'Will I ever find A love that's as strong as the smell of the cheddar I once did find?

But still I hold on to the hope in my heart, That one day, I'll find another gouda from the start, And our love will be as strong as the cheese that we once shared, And the cheddar will be back, and our love will not be impaired.

Or, you know, I'll just have some mozzarella, And pretend that the heartache's just a pizza to be.