I used to call for thee on my cell phone

Shall my friends compare me to a pathetically obsessed teenage girl?

Thou art more delicious and more tempting.

Rough winds do not shake the daring delivery guy,

And summer’s coming, means I must loose some weight.

Give thee up, for salad (blah!)

But thy crust, Sometimes too hot, burns my hungry tongue,

Often I fall for your gold complexion;

crispy on the outside,

soft on the inside,

Velvet red, creamy cheese, thick pepperoni.

And I will search far and wide,

By chance, I may never taste thee again;

But thy eternal flavor shall not fade,

Nor loose that sweet buttery crust, that sauce and cheese,

Nor shall an empty box bring me wandering to the garbage,

When Pizza Hut closes, Domino's locks the door, our time thou grow’st.

And only Papa John's is open, (disgusting).

I will sacrifice!

So long as men creates thee, or my nose can smell,

So long lives pizza, because life would be disappointing without thee.