You delight the nose with evocative <br />Promise of stringy cheese, pepperoni <br />And tomato sauce warm. Each piece <br />Contested over, grabbed, hungered over <br /> <br />Until sated, the hungry hordes retreat <br />To sofas soft and stretch out feet first. <br />Til' Breakfast time, tomorrow.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-pizza/
