Friday Poetry for 15 December 2017





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 galore
A list without end
How to decide
Between you and a friend
Tomatoes and ham
Ground beef, pepperoni
Baked in an oven
On a platter that’s stony
Or perhaps in a pan
Or a hot barbecue
One thing about pizza
There’s no limit for you
To cook or to slice
In sauce or in spice
The food of the gods
Is never the same twice






