(Apologies in advance to Lord Byron)
Burrata sits in beauty, like the moon
In cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of cream in spoon
Meet in her aspect, no one denies;
She’s mellow and oh so tender—swoon!
It’s heaven for appetizer size.
One bite the more, one ooze no less,
Contributes to my broadening hips
Which grow from buttery largesse,
That softly lightens o’er my lips;
Delicious cheese is sweet express,
How pure, how fresh the cream that drips.
And from the spoon to o’er my tongue,
So soft, so smooth, and eloquent,
I smile because of curd so young,
And have a day in goodness spent,
No better Mozzarella has sprung,
Burrata, my heart is so content!