"Ode To Pizza"

First simply a dough form

That's flipped into the air

Then, cut into a circle.

So transfixing as I stare.

Add toppings palooza!

Must not forget the cheese.

A discrete kind of art,

It'll be worth the disease.

Placed into the oven.

Time ticks by ever so slowly.

Sweet delectable smell,

My thoughts are unholy.

Fresh out of the oven,

Can't wait to taste!

I maybe should've waited,

My tongue is like paste.

Content with myself

The ingredients superb,

Lock myself away

We must not be disturbed.