When the Stinky Cheese Man gets on the bus Thirty-two frantic lips intone a silent prayer, "Please don't let him sit by me." He eats alone at home because haughty Bistro servers invariably seat him by the kitchen And he fears the grater. All the chlorine in the world Can't make his outings to the public pool A good day for anyone. (I think it goes without saying That nobody ever answers his ads In the Yahoo Personals.) Imagine the shame and degradation Of being made of fetid cheese When everybody was expecting gingerbread.