My stomach rumbles
One thing can satisfy me
Time for a pizza
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Author's notes:
This poem came to me when I was in the state just before sleep. I guess my dreams must have been about pizza.
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Euan Brennan
UK-based. Reader, writer, gamer, idiot. I love creating stories. Working on some long fiction.
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Comments (5)
Pizza the comfort food. What kind of pizza do you prefer?
Very good! And I am going to make one! Cheers!💚
I used to love pizza, but for health reasons I can no longer eat it. My Grandchildren love it though, especially my Granddaughter. Wonderful Haiku!!
Omgggg, pizza is the love of my life! Loved your poem!
And now my thoughts are wandering to pizza now too 😂 thank you for sharing!