01.12.25: And thus…
A Pizza Revolution began.
Came back to add a bit of gorilla magic and reformat the poem.
01.12.24:
I just don’t happen to feel like it yet.
I do not wish to stop consuming pizza.
From a parlor, from a chain
From a freezer, I don’t care
I’ll consume it anytime
I’ll consume it anywhere
I will dine on it for breakfast
Hell, morning noon and night
I’ll eat it warm, I’ll eat it cold
I find most any temp just right
Pepperoni! Cheese!
Load it up with bacon too!
I’ll have to order two
One won’t feed both me and you
English muffin or a bagel
Yes, I’m counting both of those
The truth can’t be denied
When it’s right beneath your nose
“When the moon hits the sky…”
I believe you know the rest
If they’re putting it in songs
Then you know it is the best!
I will rest my case right here
And I ask you, my dear friends…
When the hell did you ever hear about anyone putting plums in a song??
The Beginning At Last 
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