Poem -

My Love For Pizza

My Love For Pizza

First simply a dough form,
That's flipped into the air,
Cut into a circle,
So transfixing as I stare.
Add toppings palooza,
Must not forget the cheese,
A discrete kind of art,
It'll be worth the disease.
Placed into the oven,
Time ticks by slowly,
Sweet delectable smell,
My thoughts are unholy.
Fresh out of the oven,
Can't wait to taste,
I maybe should've waited,
My tongue is like paste.
Content with myself,
The ingredients superb,
Lock myself away,
We must not be disturbed.