You can find anything once you stop looking.
It’s not a proverb, though it has the feel of one,
If you were brought up to suck on the lamb-shank,
To ferret out the fatty marrow with your tongue.
In the U.S., cheesemongering is on the rise,
That was 2012 and maybe it’s still true, wheels
Of cheddar and chevre stacking up in a tower
Made for the mouse supreme to scale; you can find out
When you aren’t paying attention to what are some
Ways you can do nun surveillance, which include
Participate in a "nun run" and finding a Motherhouse,
The ever-popular invite a nun out to dinner or a movie;
You’ll have to accept her refusal to hide contraband
Candy beneath her habit, how anything she watches
Will take on undeserved gravity from her wimple,
The veil you imagine her wearing even if she’s not
That kind of nun, even if the movie is terrible,
You’ll wonder if God has another opinion and if she
Knows. All sorts of things are discoverable, licorice
Allsorts and humbugs and whatever horehound was,
How long a cheese can last in its rind, how old nuns
Must be to become sisters from novitiates, how to roast
The lamb so the meat falls away from the bone, how to
Stop looking so you can find anything, because everything
Is left to be found and you’re lost and you can’t find
Yourself with a cheesy proverb or a Hail Mary.