She likes that triple meat pizza,
her mind tells her to eat all day,
that sausage hamburger and ham,
order line says order it your way,
and she can't get enough no,
one day she gonna be overweight,
take my mind apply it to hers,
her relationship ain't for love,
we only together because she wants pizza,
eating because its all eatable,
can't take it away she wants to fight me,
she loves food food plus more food,
I ask her what and who she loves,
her answer is triple meat ham and extra cheese,
with a sprinkle of blue cheese,
what about American cheese she hates that stuff,
her mouth is her enjoymeant,
while she sticks a piece of pizza In,
can I come take a spin,
touch my food I'll cut you she saids,
that's why you have sugar problems.
Tommy Laster
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/triple-meat-pizza/
