Pizza. - Poem by Mordrid Harpoon
Pizza is delicious,
Yet it’s full of calories,
It’s a wolf that’s in sheep’s clothing,
And it’s smothered in cheese.
I’m sure it’s full of trans-fats,
And loads of other things,
I doubt I’ll ever understand,
The danger that I’m in.
It seeps into your blood-stream,
And it clings to your fat thighs,
You end up growing larger,
No matter how hard you try.
You can always do some exercise,
And the latest fad diet,
But you can’t resist the temptation,
The pizza, you gotta buy it.
The only way you can stop it,
Is never having eaten it,
But let’s all just face it,
And get really fat upon it.
20: 01 03/04/2006
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