(A post in honor of National Poetry Month)

A Pizza the Size of the Sun
by Jack Prelutsky

I’m making a pizza the size of the sun,
a pizza that’s sure to weigh more than a ton,
a pizza too massive to pick up and toss,
a pizza resplendent with oceans of sauce.

I’m topping my pizza with mountains of cheese,
with acres of peppers, pimentos, and peas,
with mushrooms, tomatoes, and sausage galore,
with every last olive they had at the store.

My pizza is sure to be one of a kind,
my pizza will leave other pizzas behind,
my pizza will be a delectable treat
that all who love pizza are welcome to eat.

The oven is hot, I believe it will take
a year and a half for my pizza to bake.
I hardly can wait till my pizza is done,
my wonderful pizza the size of the sun.

If there was ever a pizza deserving a poem, it was this dessert pizza we made one night for the kids and a friend with a sweet tooth. I rolled the pizza dough in granulated sugar instead of flour, spread out a single layer of chocolate chips, sprinkled crushed Heath bar, topped with marshmallows, and grilled it on the barbeque at 500 degrees. Sounds strange – looks a bit odd, too – but it certainly was a delectable treat.

My pizza is sure to be one of a kind / my pizza will leave other pizzas behind!

Click here for more information about National Poetry Month from the Academy of American Poets.

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