This is the sort of proselytizing I can support!
I am now sufficiently old and cynical to have learned that whenever I hear the doorbell, it is invariably someone who wants my money, time, or both. About 50% of the time I will tell the offending party, “Better luck elsewhere,” and the other half I just tell off. But these guys are talkin’ my language:
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“our feta, havarti heaven
hollowed be thy swiss.
thy ricotta’s done , thy stilton’s fun
monterey as it is with cheddar…”