Hot Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Hot
I find you,
Hot, dripping in cheese.
Covered in pepperoni.
I've waited all day
To get my hands on you.
To rinse away the harsh taste
Of the day.
Piled high with extra cheese.
Extra meat.
The first bite of something
Hot, I've had all day.
Although tomorrow may
Or may not come.
Some parts of it might be ok.
Its still the same grease,
Either way it goes into the oven.
I am just glad to have found you.
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