Oh! Luscious, scrumptious sphere,
You sit atop the tendrillous pile,
Covered with spices and cheese,
You are my Everest, my
Greatest accomplishment, the
Beef’d apple of my eye.
You were molded with love,
Cooked with care, sizzled with
Splendid attention.
I dreamt of you constantly,
You fill my thoughts, you
Send my budded tongue yearning
For fulfillment. I hear a
Growl, feel a rumble, and the
Carnivorous longing takes complete hold.
This steaming Italian holy grail of my
Culinary accomplishments calls, draws
Me forward, fork in hand.
Oh! I forgot the garlic bread.
Tyler Howat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/icon-of-steaming-lust/
