Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Eileen's Senses Poem: Pizza

I like to look at
The hot pizza’s cooking in the oven
Just waiting to leap into my mouth.


I love to smell
The fresh cheese melting over the edges of
The bread like an overflowing bathtub.


I enjoy listening to
The pepperonis sizzling on the hot pizza
like circles of fire melting away on a oval of water.


I like to touch
the warm crusts that are not as hot as
the flaming hot body of the pizza.


I get very happy when I taste
the nice, warm slice fresh from the oven
like a thin slice of pie.


I like to dream of
living on Pizza Planet and eating nothing
but pizza for the rest of my life.

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