"calzone" poems
In the microwave or oven roasted
A simple snack to have or full blown meal
Eat them at home or where wine is toasted
After a bag, hunger you will not feel
A calzone and ravioli it's not
Packed with flavour, pepperoni and cheese
A roll as delicious as it is hot
An oral ****** each bite'l release
Totinos Pizza Rolls, the perfect snack
Ev'ry piece what a wonderful delight
It's like Christmas when you get a new pack
I'm telling you boy, they are out of sight!
If there is one thing that I regret
It's knock off Totinos, never forget
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
Porchetta sizzling.
Calzone's oozing
Pizza the size of your face
Pizzano's!
I'm home.
I can die in peace
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
“I talked to a calzone for fifteen minutes last night before I realized it was just an introverted pizza. I wish all my acquaintances were so tasty.
” ~ Jarod Kintz
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Towards the end, there was The Good Place inside of The Dying Place.
The raven watches silently.
You were drifting on waves of Ativan while I vaped in the courtyard before I flipped the mouse card. Lotioning your feet—now yellowing.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” I said to the nurse. “But here, take this” as I handed her the phone I yanked from the wall.
No more distractions, please.
An advance copy on a projector screen. Downton Abbey in The Dying Place. You couldn’t believe it. But you also couldn’t stay awake.
Nowadays when I say “calzone”
I’m actually saying “can I have another year on loan?”
When I think about bourbon in the rainbow-speckled glass, it’s a sip-by-sip plea to get those years back.
Alas…
I hold your hand.
The dolphin returns.
I kiss your head.
The mouse rests.
One last breath.
And the raven's wing lifts.
Jul 13, 2023
Jul 13, 2023 at 11:43 AM UTC
You at one end
I at the other
with a margherita pizza
I think you ordered a calzone
or maybe not
but you at one end
I at the other
knew where we should be
next to eachother
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC