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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  • Big Daddy Bryant on Jun 21, 2009

    This one is good. I really enjoyed it. I want to make homemade pizza when I’m home on leave.

  • Uncle John on Jun 21, 2009

    In our family pizza is tradition. Reading your poem makes me want to make some. I can’t have mine without Italiam sausage though. Yummm…

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