Pizza. Pizza. Pizza. Yum yum in my tum tum. There is the oil shining on the top, freshly glazed. Pineapple. Explosions of sweet and fruity. Meat. Duh. I love a pizza with meat. The meat is..meaty. Don't know where it's from, dont know how it came about, don't know who put it on my pizza. One thing I DO know: I'm gonna eat it. Lies. I'm not actually eating pizza. It's past dinner. But pizza is pretty good. The word itself. PIZ-ZAAAAA. Sounds outgoing. Sociable. Unafraid to scream out its name. I love the 'z' sound. Adds character. Seasons the whole thing, I reckon. See, I was trying to be poetic about pizza. But, really, my words are more of a smoosh of letters. I wish I could make beauty.