Pizzas and Pizookies

                 As the cheese stretches and pulls off from the rest

                 Of the pie and the heat rises like the 4th of July.

              I'd like to see this pizza put to the largest test.

             Pepperoni and black olives slide down my,

             Gullet at I reach to take another slice.

            Pizza burning the top of my mouth,

            The skin hanging down as I reach,

           For another slice to fill my empty,

            Stomach. The plate finished and,

             clean I take to the roads to tell a

             tale on how I ate, by myself,

             an entire pizza 14" big.

             A cheesy crust sounds

            good right about now.

             You know what

            I'll get desert, a 

               Pizookie.

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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