Flaming Wheels

At first, I thought that I would specify
Exactly which of those exotic fruits
I wanted brought to me by men in suits
Made up of patches of Atlantic sky
And cool Pacific water, but my eye
Was soon distracted by the parachutes,
The climbing ivies, the parade of newts,
And flaming wheels of cheddar rolling by.

So I must take whatever fruit I get,
Sometimes bananas with dark, rotting peels,
Occasionally pears my nephew steals,
And, if I'm lucky, they come in a set.
One may not find it comforting, and yet
My life is measured out in flaming wheels.