14 March 2013
(T)omato, cheese and a sprinkle of herbs, slices of heaven in truth
(A) delicate art, with an artist at work, they say in the eating's the proof
(S)o often I find, I'm back through that door, with nary an hunger to quell
(T)he taste is the thing, that I'm back there for, I'm putting my stomach through hell
(Y)et still I return, to this place down the road, for no other reason at all
(B)egging my stomach not to explode, well that's what the tablets are for
(I)n times of despair, I eat through the pain, this is where I find my fix
(T)he joint down the road is ever so near, they serve me my slices of bliss
(E)xactly the same, order each time, a twelve inch Margherita for me
(Z)ero chance of me changing, this order of mine, for it tastes just so damn heavenly
Me And Margherita • Opuss № I