Oh dear, slimy triangle

Your crust is like squashy cardboard

But tastes like 5 star bread

It looks like a grease pool of sauce and toppings

But that triangle smells like cooked pepperoni 

As I walk into Nino’s pizza

I’m greeted with the smell of oven cooked cheese

I’m greeted with the sound of sizzling cheese and sauce

I leave with a full belly full of slimy sauce with cheese and bread

Oh dear slimy bread triangle,
You remind me of my childhood

My dad would bring you home 

The smell of you on a late Sunday night was enough to make my week

Leftovers on Monday, out in the trash on Tuesday

My family is fed and my week is complete