223 – Pizza

Poem number 223
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Pizza
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Oh pizza! You’re forbidden though you look so good to eat –
Your cheese would be quite lovely but your base is full of wheat,
That disc of purest poison, if I dared to eat a slice
Would ignite my poor colitis and that wouldn’t be so nice
So I’ll leave you in the freezer, and I’ll softly shut the door
To save myself the agony of shitting through a straw.

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