Cheesy

March 22, 2018

I look at you

You stare back at me

I smell you.

As I open up the box you surprise me with a burst of hot steam

You cheesy goodness,

All cut up into 8 equal pieces

Finally, they cut you equally!

HALLELUJAH!

HALLELUJA!

I shout.

Tis' my pizza child

A perfect master-piece

Cheesy

Perfect

Round

Thick

My pizza.

My love.

My delicious.

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