I’m allergic to the sauce
and to Italian cheeses
so growing up (and later)
we made our own mock pizzas
Crescent rolls spread flat
were topped off with velveeta
I must say they went fine
with my limeade “margarita”
Work’s monthly pizza outings
were quite a trial for me–
even though I searched the menu
there was nothing I could eat
But I so loved the baking smell
of a thin and flakey crust
and the texture of the edges
coated with a flour-y dust
When hiding takeout bags got old
to Cook I made my plea
“make me a small round special
with just crust and ground beef”
A pizza with no sauce or cheese?
they thought I must be nuts
but I stayed firm in my resolve
with no ifs, ands, or buts
I got just what I ordered
a sauceless ground beef pie
and though it looked quite funny
I ate it with delight
I really love your style of writing and I thought this was so cute!
This poem is based on an actual event. I actually placed the order described at Big Ed’s Pizzeria in Oak Ridge TN–and it was delicious! (But it did look sort of like a giant chocolate chip cookie)