What does cheese tell me about poetry?

I adore cheese.
Not one to my unliking.
Is there any letter that I don't adore.
Thus, cheese is a proper tool for a meal.
Thus, letters are the proper tool for poetry.
Thus, indeed.

Imagine there is no cheese in the house. Imagine there is no poetry. Is this hell?

Perhaps this is the seasonal fallow. It will move into abundance or it won't. Time will get back to us. Don't expect the cat to.

But there is cheese (at least 3 kinds) and, yes, there is poetry. Yes, abundance resides -- the noon hour declares. And then there were 2. Cheeses.