Peter loved his pizza and he ate one every day,
with pepperoni anchovies - too much!
but jalapeńo mushrooms were his favorite I would say,
(and olives, bacon, beef, and eggs, and such).

Some nights he'd hit the pizza store and watch with avid eyes
as pastry twirled and ovens blasted hot,
he'd order certain toppings and they'd marvel at the size,
as Pete sat there and ate the bloody lot.

On other evenings with the phone, he took a huge delight
in ordering a "Pete's Enormous Thing"
then sit in trepidation hoping they would cook it right,
and wait impatient for the bell to ring.

One night he stood upon his porch, and looked up to the sky,
the moon was full and shone its silver rain,
but Peter saw it as a huge translucent pizza pie,
which fed a huge idea into his brain.

He spoke to all the cooks down at the pizza store next day,
he asked for something never seen before,
a pizza topped with everything, and piled the Peter way,
The Lot, Supreme, Monstera and some more!

Tomato sauce was spread, then pepperonis, chilies, cheese,
bananas and some mushrooms, herbs and rice,
then ham and apples, pine nuts and some broccoli and peas,
potato, pumpkin and a salmon slice.

Then prawns were layered, topped with garlic, olives and some nuts,
and up this pizza rose, a wonder wall!
as Peter watched it climb he felt a longing in his guts,
no pizza ever had been built so tall!

A fork lift truck delivered it to Peter's place that night,
he saw it on his kitchen bench and smiled,
then opened wide to get each of the flavors in one bite,
this pizza mountain promised to be wild.

And then he tried to swallow and the giant pizza stuck,
it lodged inside his windpipe, gripped like glue,
this pizza king had run right out of greedy hungry luck,
and slowly Peter's face turned royal blue.

So, never look for extras, what you get in life is cool,
be satisfied with what it throws at you,
don't be a Pizza Pete, unless you want to be a fool,
and try to bite off more than you can chew.

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