Cornucopia, undulating dough, <br />finger-laden flour power flow <br />on flat plate laid, hard-pummeled <br />pound ‘n’ ground, ply ‘n’ fly <br />spun swirling curls sweet halo <br />flying puffs of nebulae <br />dusty mist descending <br />powder cloak eclipsing starry night <br />of spinning saucers arcing flight <br />flat splat on silver platter <br />beckoning saucy fellow <br />coursing dapper dipper <br />dripping blood-red lava flow <br />Picasso masterpiece: mushy dough <br />inviting palate’s palette color show <br />bake for here or make to go. <br /> <br />Comes now chop chop the flailing chef <br />hurling endives hacked to shreds <br />hickory chicory leafy threads <br />onion bits with bites of beef <br />bacon bits, some chives (relief <br />is just two pills away) <br />peppers green and red hold sway <br />far better than small bales of - hey, <br />that won’t work–instead a root, <br />pineapple pieces, tasty fruit <br />as olives, garlic’s garnishing, <br />sausage, too, salami, pork – <br />(but never add an Orcan dork) . <br />Voila! spit from the oven, sliced <br />full blessed by Savior Cheezus Christ. <br /> <br />Three days from hence will rise anew <br />rewarmed a pizza dead and cold <br />for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, too, <br />resurrected, hot, and steaming, bold – <br /> <br />These praises herald from on high <br />the glory of the pizza pie.<br /><br />Lorenzo Costigliolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-tower-of-pizza/
