The True Wrath|CheeseBattle

I think you need to take a seat,
This poem, you're about to meet,
It shows the true wrath of King Cheese,
To make you shaky at the knees,
Now, let us see my first surprise,
Unveil before all your eyes,
I stole the hammer of your Thor,
And now I own three times his Phwoar,
Turns out he's now just insecure,
But I'm not done, no I've got more,
My Nan, (surprise!), is German born,
And you may sit here with a yawn,
But she has skills, which she has brought,
She'll make you all say Guten Nacht,
Now Nic, that latte was for thee,
The extra foam was spiked with Brie,
You can't escape, Delilah, dear,
I have the antidote right here,
You'll both be blown to smithereens,
Your body parts will land in Queens,
Nic's patients have been given rabies,
They're making lots of rabid babies,
So, come on, guys,
What else you got?
The Irish and the Vet,
Will rot.