Pizza Junkie - Poem by Gulrukh Tausif
A pizza for breakfast, a pizza for lunch
A pizza for dinner, I would love to munch
Let it be round, let it be square
If it's a pizza, I really don't care
Pizza with pepperoni, pizza with cheese
I'll have another and more of these.
My pizza is hot, my pizza is yummy
Hear that growl? That's my tummy.
Thin crust or deep pan, vegetable or meat
Roasted or grilled, melting in the heat
Olives and tomatoes, onions and bell pepper
On Parmesan or ricotta, mozzarella or cheddar
Top it with cheese, herbs and spices
I'll eat it whole, no need for slices.
Crispy and zesty, tasty and crunchy
All these have made me a big pizza junky
Take my burger, have my sandwich
Stare if you want, beg if you wish.
Smell the aroma, just don't come near.
That's my pizza and I'll never share.
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