TREVOR ALEXANDER
Pizza
A pizza base to die for,
I eat the edges first,
With toppings I can savour
Until my tummy bursts.
Its taste cannot be faulted,
With mushrooms, not a few;
There’s capers, small and salted,
And ham and olives too.
It’s heaped with mozzarella,
And a spiced tomato paste;
A taste of vita bella,
So let nothing go to waste.
I’m going there for dinner,
To Mamma Mia’s place;
Won’t think of getting thinner,
While I sit and stuff my face!
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NaPoWriMo 2018
Day 1: I Will Not Be There
Day 2: Comb-over King
Day 3: Misery Guts
Day 4: Happines Is...
Day 5: Shady
Day 6: 'Cross The Styx
Day 7: NaPoWriMo
Day 8: Old Man
Day 9: Old Lady
Day 10: Marbles
Day 11: The Flowers
Day 12: Conversations
Day 13: Spring
Day 14: Car Of His Dreams
Day 15: Inconsequential Man
Day 16: The Builder
Day 17: Lascivious
Day 18: Ghost
Day 19: Footsteps
Day 20: Less
Day 21: Falling Star
Day 22: That Moment
Day 23: The Bus Is Out Of Control
Day 24: Weather
Day 25: Mo Salah
Day 26: Elections
Day 27: Shakespeare
Day 28: Postcard
Day 29: Pizza
Day 30: Gathering The Turf
Home
About
NaPoWriMo 2018
Day 1: I Will Not Be There
Day 2: Comb-over King
Day 3: Misery Guts
Day 4: Happines Is...
Day 5: Shady
Day 6: 'Cross The Styx
Day 7: NaPoWriMo
Day 8: Old Man
Day 9: Old Lady
Day 10: Marbles
Day 11: The Flowers
Day 12: Conversations
Day 13: Spring
Day 14: Car Of His Dreams
Day 15: Inconsequential Man
Day 16: The Builder
Day 17: Lascivious
Day 18: Ghost
Day 19: Footsteps
Day 20: Less
Day 21: Falling Star
Day 22: That Moment
Day 23: The Bus Is Out Of Control
Day 24: Weather
Day 25: Mo Salah
Day 26: Elections
Day 27: Shakespeare
Day 28: Postcard
Day 29: Pizza
Day 30: Gathering The Turf