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,

Reckoning cheddar in our eyes.

No longer barren, cold, and gray,

The moon transformed in a cheesy way.

A banquet awaits, a lunar treat,

A cosmic fondue, sweet so!

Dream of journeys, cheese-burdened ships,

Sailing through astral cheesy dips.

Exploring valleys, pungent and bold,

Of Roquefort stories to be told.

Each lunar phase, a fresh cheese,

From mild Monterey to pungent breeze.

A cosmic platter, rich and regal,

A cheesy wonder nigh.

So gaze up at the moon tonight,

And dream of flavors, pure delight.

Let cheesy fancies take flight,

Under the soft, fromagé moonlight of the moon.

For in the heavens, we now see,

A monument to joy for cheese.

The moon's no longer a ball,

But a heavenly cheese board, ever visible.