From yonder kitchen comes a scent so sweet,
Of cheese and sauce in harmony complete.
A dish most fair, upon the table placed,
'Tis pizza, made with utmost skill and taste.
The crust, like golden shores of distant lands,
Prepared with care by skilled and patient hands.
Tomatoes crushed to form a sea of red,
Upon this doughy canvas, art is spread.
And what of cheese, the crowning glory, true,
Melted atop in tapestry of goo.
Mozzarella’s milky song in every bite,
Under the oven’s comforting warm light.
Pepperoni dotted, like stars in night,
Each piece a tiny, savory delight.
A fragrant symphony of herbs bestrewed,
A feast that sets the hungry heart renewed.
So, gather round, and let us all partake,
Of pizza pie, for communal joy's sake.
Its humble majesty brings friends a-near,
To share in love, and savor, and good cheer.
A humble pizza, in our sight so dear,
Shakespearean in essence, let's be clear.
A dish so common, yet it doth command,
The love and joy of every age and land.