• Life,  Poetry

    Friday Poetry for 15 December 2017

    by Another from the deep vault, the date on this silly piece, according to the original file, is 02 November 1999, and it concerns possibly the greatest food ever created, pizza. Once, years before this poem, while a university student, I ate pizza for twenty-three (that’s 23) consecutive meals. Oh, not all from the same pizzeria, and not all with the same toppings, and not all at the same temperature. It is, it is, a glorious thing to be the pizza king.   Ah, pizza Food of the gods But no other food Puts more people at odds Anchovies, sausages Mushrooms and cheese Onions, green peppers Pineapple, chick peas Toppings…