In honor of state fair season, a poem by James McIntyre, written in 1884. I came across it in a little anthology entitled Very Bad Poetry.

Ode on the Mammoth Cheese Weighing Over 7,000 Pounds

We have seen thee Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.

. . .

Cows numerous as a swarm of bees
Or as the leaves upon the trees
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivaled Queen of Cheese.

May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great World's show at Paris.

Of the youth—beware of these—
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek; then songs or glees
We could not sing o' Queen of Cheese.

Wert thou suspended from balloon,
You'd caste a shade, even at noon;
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.