Poem.
Sitting at the kitchen bar
Flipping through recipes
I then see my favorite recipe of all
Pizza, pepperoni and cheese
I tie on a new fresh apron
Plop my chef’s hat on with a grin
I make the dough and roll it flat
Using my new rolling pin
First I puff up all the edges
To make the crust taste good
Then I sprinkle on lots of cheese
It brings memories of childhood
Next comes pepperoni
I cover every bit
I put an extra in the center
Nothing will I omit
I pop it in the oven
What a heveanly smell!
I wish I could smell this every day
Wouldn’t that be swell!
The oven dings and startles me
I refrain from jumping for joy
I take a piece and chew a bite
Mmm, and boy, oh boy!
An hour and two pizzas later
I’m bloated, totally filled
Whoever thought of pizza first
Is one of the most skilled.
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