A guy looks downstairs at a Wisconsin statue he doesn’t like.
Georg stood at the top of the stair
His brow o’er stitched with woe
And cast his eyes in a piercing stare
On the person down below.
’Twas Marion, the queen of cheese,
That caught his look of scorn.
She stood there, fixed in an unfelt breeze
All soulful and forlorn.
Why did the sculptor choose to place
A cheese-wedge on her head,
Instead of letting her hair with grace
Flow out behind instead?