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Pizza Poem

Who doesn't love this lovely ode to cheese?

I've dined—but still I'm ill at ease—
For why? my stomach lacks the cheese.
I try its cravings to appease,
But all won't do—I sigh for cheese.
A glass of port, sir?' If you please—
But what is port without the cheese!
The wine of life is on the lees,'
Unless a dinner ends with cheese!
I take a pinch, and loudly sneeze.
Sly madam Echo answers 'Cheese!'
I love a song—am fond of glees—
A song I'll write in praise of cheese....

But I suppose it must get the blame for inspiring this epic in praise of pizza:

I've dined - but didn't get my fill of meat-sa,
For why? my stomach lacks more pizza!
Don't know why I'm not as slim as Condoleet-za,
But I tell my cravings "I will beats ya."
"Srebrenica" verbalized is "sre-bre-neet-sa"
it's included just because it rhymes with pizza.
This is one food that never cheats ya,
though this poem, it seems, is not quite Keats, uh...