When I Was a Pepperoni Pizza
I got the chills
The shivers
The shakes
My cheese chattered
I crossed my pepperoni
Frozen like a popsicle
I hid myself in the far back
of the icy dungeon under a hamburger pizza
How about a pizza? A giant asked.
The door opened.
The giant reached in and plucked me out
I was set down on a wire rack in a warm sauna
A wonderful warm sauna.
A door slammed
It got really dark.
Dark as the freezer, but warmer.
I began to smile.
Warming up all over....
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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