Day 24, NaPoWriMo


I think that I shall never see

a pizza lovelier than thee.

Its sausages so plump and round

against my mirthful mouth, abound.

A pizza waiting close of day

when mouths shall open up the way

to gobble gulps in front of my TV.

To savor its red, roundness that I see.

Upon my bosom lay remains

that Fido soon will munch, retain.

Oh, lovely was that pie for me

and for my Fido, munching free.

(See: Joyce Kilmer’s “Trees”) Prompt: write a parody or satire based on a famous poem.