No Pizza for Me

I’m allergic to the sauce
and to Italian cheeses
so growing up (and later)
we made our own mock pizzas

Crescent rolls spread flat
were topped off with velveeta
I must say they went fine
with my limeade “margarita”

Work’s monthly pizza outings
were quite a trial for me–
even though I searched the menu
there was nothing I could eat

But I so loved the baking smell
of a thin and flakey crust
and the texture of the edges
coated with a flour-y dust

When hiding takeout bags got old
to Cook I made my plea
“make me a small round special
with just crust and ground beef”

A pizza with no sauce or cheese?
they thought I must be nuts
but I stayed firm in my resolve
with no ifs, ands, or buts

I got just what I ordered
a sauceless ground beef pie
and though it looked quite funny
I ate it with delight

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2 Responses to No Pizza for Me

  1. Tracy Leigh Ball says:

    I really love your style of writing and I thought this was so cute!

  2. Betsy says:

    This poem is based on an actual event. I actually placed the order described at Big Ed’s Pizzeria in Oak Ridge TN–and it was delicious! (But it did look sort of like a giant chocolate chip cookie)