Pizza Therapy -by Robert Gardner

“Lips that touch pizza will never touch mine,
Since pizza goes straight to my thighs and behind” –
(So what if your Mother says pizza’s a crime?
To hell with that vegan! I’ll order on-line!) –
The provolone cheese
That never says please
at hangs from my elbows
And down to my knees
And likes to adhere to the clamps in my skis
And doesn’t believe in The Art of the Tease –
So bring pepperonis!
From Carla’s and Tony’s!
Fried high in a topping of hot macaroni’s!
Now spin like a Frisbee and leap like a cat!
And help me to jiggle my muscular fat!
And share with our planet the honest confession
That pizza can minimize every depression
In shabby apartments or down at the mall,
Or camped in the shrine of a bathroom stall.

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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