Well… I mean, what can I say? It’s been a week since my impassioned plea for a Cheese Wheelin’ Poetry Passion. For those of you who didn’t see that particular post, it’s easy enough to find. Just scroll back a bit. About a week oughta do. In that post, I put forth my own two cents, concerning cheese, in the form of two poems – one an original, and one a treatment of cheese that might have made the Bard himself proud – or nauseous. And then I asked for contributions to the vast repertory of Limburger Literature, if you will… The response has been staggering, and bewildering – and all kinds of other emotions that can only be made stronger by adding an ‘ing’ suffix. Like strongering. Or nauseousing.