Ode to Pizza

Today Toque McToque received the following email at work:

We are not going to close,

but you should come and get

your slices, from the 10^th floor break room,

so both lunch times get a good choice.

Once you have your slices,

you  can go back to your desk.

A “BIG THANK YOU” to Scott for buying the pizzas.   

The person who sent this email has a habit of putting “WORDS” in all capitals and quotation marks as if she is being very sarcastic about her “EXCITEMENT” over “FREE” pizza, but what really got Toque and me about the email is how it looks like a poem. I was expecting a paean to pizza, but it is just some mundane instructions in how to acquire pizza written in lines for no apparent reason.  Shouldn’t an actual poem about pizza go more like this?

Oh perfect circle, bringing joy

Wherever your lovely scent wafts

Of vermilion tomato sauce,

Ivory-hued mozzarella cheese,

And mouthwatering crust,

Except to those

Who do not get to share in your bounty.

Then ah, what exquisite torture!

To smell, and not to taste.

Feel free to leave your own odes to pizza in the comments. Light Bright has already supplied one, and I have made a movie of our two poems:

Famous Hat, Pizza Poet