In soft velvet heavens, a garish dream,
The moon shines bright, a milk sheen.
A cosmic morsel, for all to behold,
A lunary feast, a Gouda glimmer.
It sits aloft, a curdled sphere,
A Camembert, loved by all.
With whey-like light, it shines softly,
To inspire artists' cheesy dreams.
Swiss craters, a beautiful sight,
Under the moon's creamy, gentle light.
A Stilton globe, so spherical and ancient,
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