First simply a dough form
That's flipped into the air
Then, cut into a circle.
So transfixing as I stare.
Add toppings palooza!
Must not forget the cheese.
A discrete kind of art,
It'll be worth the disease.
Placed into the oven.
Time ticks by ever so slowly.
Sweet delectable smell,
My thoughts are unholy.
Fresh out of the oven,
Can't wait to taste!
I maybe should've waited,
My tongue is like paste.
Content with myself
The ingredients superb,
Lock myself away
We must not be disturbed.
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