Oliveo and Hamiet
O Oliveo, Oliveo, wherefore art thou Oliveo?
Deny thy other olives and refuse they name as a vegetable.
Or if though wilt not, be but sworn to my hammy love.
And I'll no longer be a pig.
'Tis but thy name as a vegetable that is my enemy: for it keeps us from being together.
Meat lovers or vegetarian pizzas are from other worlds.
But what's in a name? That which we call a cheese stuffed crust.
By any other name would smell as delicious.
This poem is about:
Me