By Anonymous

Pizza – a delightful dish,
Delightful on your lips.
Slice after slice, you’ll eat it quick,
But then you’ll feel sick!
Your tummy’s mad, your mouth is sad.
No more pizza, you’ll have said.
But wait! There’s one more slice,
You say to yourself “Why not?”
So down your throat it goes,
And in your belly it stays.
Oh no! The tummy’s mad,
But pizza makes you glad.
From the first slice to the last,
You’ll eat it all, you glutton!”

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