She is my pizza.
Her smile, the toppings of my day~
Her kisses, the sauce I can't stop eating~
Her hugs, the cheese that holds me together~
She is all mine, and I am her's.
She is my pizza.
Her smile, the toppings of my day~
Her kisses, the sauce I can't stop eating~
Her hugs, the cheese that holds me together~
She is all mine, and I am her's.
"All mine"? Isn't pizza meant to be shared?
True, you can buy a slice of pizza, but unless you go to a busy, New York pizzeria, the slices are dried up and not nearly as tasty as a fresh-baked pie.
Order a "LARGE" or a "MEDIUM", and share it with friends. Perhaps, however, you are a polyamorist, and that is what you meant.
Last edited by Ecurb; 09-29-2016 at 12:04 PM.
At least it's not another Red Terror or Muhammad thread.
So with the courage of a clown, or a cur, or a kite jerkin tight at it's tether
Welcome to the site, gparrel. Your poem is sweet and funny and you do seem to be enjoying that pizza. I told my wife that her hugs were the cheese that holds me together, and she hit me.
I don't understand why Red Terror keeps posting videos on a literary site. Hasn't Sam Harris written some books? (I never watch the videos -- it's too much of a hassle.)
Also, welcome to the site, gparrel. I'm curious. What are the toppings to which you refer. Anchovies are my personal favorite.
I'm intrigued to know if RT's usage of "dude" is a new word in socialist left terminology