**Ode to the Pizza**

A canvas of crust, so golden and round,
With treasures of flavor, where toppings abound.
A river of sauce, so tangy and red,
Paints over the dough, where spices are spread.

Oh, mozzarella, so melty and pure,
Stretching like dreams that cannot be cured.
And pepperoni, spicy and bold,
Nestled in cheese, each slice a tale told.

Green peppers and mushrooms, a garden delight,
In a warm, baked embrace, both savory and light.
Olives like jewels, so dark and divine,
Complete every slice like a sip of fine wine.

From crust to each topping, a symphony sung,
Where hands are the instruments, no forks or tongue.
With each bite a joy, no sorrow, no strife,
Oh, pizza, sweet pizza—you’re a slice of life!

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