Pizza

I am only a kid
But I ask where is the bust
For the man who created the pizza crust.
I must admit this is one terrific meal.
All made out of wheat,
Baked in to a thick or thin crust,
With tomato sauce red,
White Gooey cheese,
Vegetables, and of course meats.
This is one food that can be eaten hot or cold
So I have been told.
Boy, am I glad that pizza's are sold.
Go ahead smell.
Isn"t that swell?
It goes through my nose in to my head.
Now lifting the box lid.
We will see what kind of surprise was hid
Inside this box. So all over the world I can tell
To pizza men every where sell! Sell!

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