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shall i compare you to a pizza pie? (parody of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18)

shall i compare you to a pizza pie?

you are more cheesy and more temper-hot,

as overcooking turns the dough too dry,

so summer days cause dough to bubble-spot,

 

sometime too hot the flame of oven burns,

and often oven doors keep men away,

and pizza guys do wish the pizza'd turn,

to cook all 'round with much more even sway,

 

by chance or nature's changing course untrimmed,

men eat too much pizza and then gain weight,

and no diet can help to make them trim,

for they cannot return the slice they ate,

 

so long as men eat pizza, drink coffee,

so longer will they sit to crap and ***

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Written by
christos-rigakos
Published
May 4, 2012
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14·111
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It's just a joke, just written for laughs, while eating a slice of pizza and thinking of love. An example of really bad poetry. It's terrible, I know!

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