Meat teams with taste of cheese.
Who am I to diss a Brie?
My sandwich I hurl
in mandibly.
Lech for lunches, sans-lettuce compulsion;
lunch is then ready to chew,
lunch is then relished and not eschewed,
lunch then gets relish, mustard too,
lunch unembellished with custard goo.

Meat teams with taste of cheese—
Bleu is fine, although sticky.
My sandwich I hurl
in mandibly.
Lech for lunches, got lettuce revulsion.

Wholesome bread sup,
wheat, whole, bread sup. . .chewin’ on,
wholesome bread sup. . .chewin’ on,
wheat, whole, bread sup. . .Gouda on,
wholesome bread, yup!
wheat, whole, bread sup. . .moo meat on.

Lunch is so red it should moo,
lunch is with relish, French, imbued,
lunch then gets relish, mustard too,
lunch is embellished with much au jus.

Meat teams with taste of cheese.
Jewish guy is dissin’ me.
My sandwich unfurled. . .
splash on Seven Seas.
Shellfish lunches are looking quite luscious.

Meat teams with taste of cheese.
“Euw!” man cries rabinic’lly.
My sandwich unfurled. . .
slathered Seven Seas.
Shellfish, matzo I’m cooking with Muenster.