Pizza
I love pizza
Almost as much as you
Especially pepperoni
With mushrooms too
On our first date
We ate a Dominos
Shared on one plate
I paid, you chose
Over the years
We’ve scoffed our fair share
Through triumph and tears
Pizza’s always been there
Saturday night
A knock on the door
Two boxes of delight
We’re eager to explore
Leftover slices in bed
Sunday morning treats
Happy and well fed
In tomato stained sheets
During your pregnancy
Peanut butter and chorizo
It wasn’t for me
But I gave it a go
When feeling adventurous
I’m straight on the phone
Selecting toppings I trust
For a create your own
You love deep pan
I prefer a thin crust
We cook when we can
But in pizza we trust
If push comes to shove
Even though it tastes so nice
For you, the one I love
I’d give my last slice
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