In a box of warmth, a circle divine,
A golden crust forms heaven’s line.
Cheese like rivers, smooth and wide,
Melts with joy, no need to hide.
Tomato’s kiss, so rich, so red,
Spreads its soul on doughy bed.
Basil whispers with subtle grace,
And oregano dances in its place.
The oven glows, a blazing sun,
Until the masterpiece is done.
A slice is cut, a triangle dream,
With stringy cheese, a melted gleam.
Pepperoni moons on a savory sea,
With olives dark as mystery.
Mushrooms like clouds, soft and wise,
And onions shimmer caramelized.
In every bite, a story unfolds,
Of Naples streets and legends old.
Of busy hands with flour-dust love,
A recipe born from stars above.
Crunch of crust, a toasty tune,
Best enjoyed beneath the moon.
From deep dish thick to Neapolitan thin,
Every style a win-win-win!
Garlic breathes a fragrant charm,
Mozzarella flows soft and warm.
With spicy flakes and olive oil,
It lifts the soul, it ends all toil.
Children cheer at pizza night,
Eyes aglow in candlelight.
Friends unite with box in hand,
In cheesy peace, they always stand.
From street-side carts to fancy halls,
In tiny homes or grand food stalls,
Pizza reigns without a crown,
Beloved in every part of town.
Cold the next day? Still it sings,
Of comfort food and simple things.
Folded or flat, with knife or hand,
It’s joy that everyone understands.
Hawaiian with its sweet surprise,
Or veggie fresh with leafy highs.
Margherita pure and light,
Or four-cheese love in every bite.
A meal, a gift, a slice of grace,
It brings a smile to every face.
No other food so round, so true,
Can chase the gray and paint skies blue.
So here’s to pizza—hot and grand,
The magic wheel from flour and hand.
With every bite, we taste delight,
A circle of joy in every night.