No one likes you as much as I do. How come I cannot sell my yoga friend on you. You bring me so much joy when the sauce drips onto my lap. I hope we will find you a new stomach to digest in. Help me, Help you!
I like you with a little pineapple and ‘lil more sauce
I like you well-done and made with a hand’s toss
We meet only late at night, when we can be alone
It’s kind of like cheating, except I am not wearing cologne
My wife suspects that something is wrong
I mean, after all, you are shaped like a thong
Maybe it’s the tanginess, maybe the crunch
Either way, I’ll be thinking about you at lunch
Whenever I am feeling kind of down, you are there for me. All those times when the wind is blowing, my wallet is nearly empty and my stomach is growling, you are there for me. Your layers of cheese, sauce and crust are all I will ever need. I know that there are others who may have more complexity, but your simple delicious ingredients stir my heart like no other. Please remember that you are my one true love, even when times are good and I buy more expensive food.
Love, in hunger and...