Cheesequake!

[dr_pretentious]

Now that the lake at Cheesequake State Park is closed to swimming for the season, my brain wants to rhyme Cheesequake with Lake. So, naturally, the best bad poem of all time is running through my head. We have seen thee, Queen of Cheese/Lying quietly at thy ease, etc.

It's a lovely park, with salt marsh and sweetwater, cedar swamp and pine barrens, hardwood forest and open fields. More to the point, it has picnic areas suitable for holding a Bad Poetry Party, such as I threw in the days of yore. Maybe when the leaves turn, or in April during National Poetry Month, I'll have to host one of those again.

The place name itself is a bad Anglicization of a Lenape place name that translates as the land that has been cleared. It sounds cooler in Lenape. From this small sample of actual Lenape poetry, it looks like most things would.

Comments

[karen schmeelk-cone (from livejournal.com)]

Not sure if you were around for my series of birthday odes at VC - the best of which was for Melissa Morgenlander and began with the immortal lines:
Oh, Melissa, you are so cool
You make me want to drool

Don't remember the rest, but if I ever dig it up somewhere, I'll let you know...
:-) Karen

[jaime-sama.livejournal.com]

I have a fond memory of going to Cheesequake with Gary the day after I finished my area test (what substituted for a master's exam in our department). It was exactly the right remedy for all the intense studying and writing.

I also have fond memories of going to a couple of your bad poetry parties, where the person who brought the worst poem got crowed Queen/King of Cheese. :)

[puckmls.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the info about that place name. I've wondered how the name "Cheesequake" came to be, and now I know. :-)