23 June 2012
I can't eat another bite. I'm full right to my crust. If I try to fit any more in, I think that I might bust.
But I hate to leave it there, Just laying on the plate. I don't want to see it wasted. It can have a better fate.
In my mouth it goes, There the tastes just go wild. Tomato, cheese and pepperoni, None of these are mild.
Then down they go. And with a groan so do I. Slide down my seat, I'm bloated. With a satisfied sigh. ©odd
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