A fun poem, today, discussing the most important of important topics.
Anchovies and pineapple,
on pizza? Listen,
there're some things you can't,
and some things you can,
but this one I shan't,
truth told, deign to christen.
Your tastes are clearly bold,
inventive, numerous plaudits,
I'm sure, could be listed,
yet to do a thing and not
consider cost, that's not it,
this fixation should be resisted.
One or the other, or, one
at a time, methinks, suffice
to still the craving inflicted
by these toppings, tout sweet.
Both seem reckless, too much
all at once needs be restricted.
Poetry by Harakhte