What should I do when I’m out of fresh cheese?

Who should I go to, should I ask the breeze?

This problem haunts me whenever I’m out,

When I lack cheese, my soul is full of doubt. 

Cheese is what keeps my mind and soul at bay. 

If I could, I would eat cheese everyday. 

The delicious scent, through the air it flies, 

It’s warmth and comfort; it, I can’t deny. 

On sad, rainy days and cold, lonely nights, 

Cheese is what helps me to get through the fight.  

Cheese always hits the right spot everytime, 

Man, I wish it could only cost a dime. 

To solve this blight, I could go to the store, 

With this, my cheese problem would be no more.