I’m lack-toes intolerant
And the joke is always too cheesy.
The bread is always burnt,
Chewing is never easy.
There’s never enough pepperoni
And the taste is fried ketchup.
It’s greasy and salty, with napkin on top
But even if it’s cold, I’ll eat it anyways
A poem about school pizza written by a group of 11-year olds that I was teaching. I challenged them to write a poem saying why they hate something that everyone seems to love.
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