Millie comes home bawling
from another holiday party and
Willie asks what’s the problem.
Millie says her friends are cheese balls.
“They’re all widows, short and round, '
and she’s afraid when Willie dies
she’ll eat everything in the fridge
and become a cheese ball, too.
Willie hugs his beloved Millie
and assures her with a kiss,
“You’ll never be a cheese ball, Darling
You're too tall. A cheese stick, maybe.”
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