The once solid block, <br />full of flavour, <br />overwhelming the senses. <br />Turned into a nub that has been battered <br />by waves of temptation, <br />and become a forgotten masterpiece <br />laying in its large white coffin <br />awaiting its death. <br />The grater scrapes slowly <br />with the sharp blades thrashing its skin <br />and being picked prodded and probed. <br />Shrinking into nothing, <br />diminshing into oblivion <br />but fulfilling its purpose.<br /><br />poem hater<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-forgotten-grated-cheese/
