Why Aren't we Remembering the Centenary of His Death?

James McIntyre (1827-1906)
'Ode on the Mammoth Cheese Weighing Over 7000 Pounds'

We have seen you, Queen of Cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze -
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.

All gaily dressed soon you'll go
To the great Provincial Show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.

Cows numerous as a swarm of bees -
Or as the leaves upon the trees -
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled Queen of Cheese.

May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great World's Show at Paris.

Of the youth - beware of these -
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek; then songs or glees
We could not sing, O Queen of Cheese.

Wert thou suspended from balloon,
You'd cast a shade, even at noon;
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.

The picture has nothing directly to do with the poem: it is surprisingly difficult to find images on the internet of gigantic cheeses. Although a search for images of "huge cheeses" gives you, on its first page of results, a link to my brother's webpage. Is this embarrassing, or is it just the sort of happy coincidence we should cling to?