The Pepeloni, a Shakespearean sonnet
The Pepeloni, ah, the Pepelone
Dost thou perceive the thing of which I speak?
The Pepeloni where there is not one
That I obtain from Dominos boutique
Of Pepeloni I am rather fond,
I evermore request the pan of cheese
Can words express the heart of a gourmand?
Perhaps a drawing will do more than these
Behold: The pan of cheese contains an ear,
And in that ear is cheese in greater share,
And pepeloni on the surface, here,
Which Dominos hath placed with such great care.
I pluck it with impunity. Away!
Because I shall consume it not this day.
