I Made A Pizza March 7, 2008
Posted by littlebangtheory in Dinner with TCR, poetry.Tags: pizza poetry
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I made a pizza.
I burned the crust
To a smoldering slab of
Blackened dust.
I ate the toppings
‘Cause they weren’t burnt.
I wish the rest of
My pizza weren’t.
Little Bang Theory 
From what i can see that ain’t nothin’. I would have eaten most of that, but maybe the bottom is worse than it looks. It just looks like a bit of the side is bunt and you can still salvage most of it, which I am guessing you did. I have eaten far more burnt pizza, possibly. By the way, what kind of pizza, I see what looks like chicken sausage, mushrooms?, garlic? tomatoes, not sure if there is anything else.
Twas charcoal on the bottom, the kind which turns to black granules when one tries to hold it.
And in truth, I did eat an embarrassing amount of it.
Half was artichoke hearts, portabella mushromes, roasted garlic and cheese; the other half was fresh tomatoes, basil and onions, topped with (you got it!) sun-dried tomato and basil chicken sausage, and of course, cheese.
I was going to write that, ’till I was overtaken by my Spastic Muse and passed that poem-stone. 🙂
the more burnt-er the better for me!
hey, looks o.k. i would have eaten most of it. the rest it seems was a burnt offing to the god of pizza! ; )
We made a pizza last night and damn fine it was! Leftovers today. Ours was a bit more round than that one. 😆