Pizza — an ode to the goat

I have to say it: I love pizza. Practically every friday of my childhood I ate pizza in some form. Here's an ode to my favourite meal.

Ode to Pizza

Golden crust, so warm and light,
Baked to perfect, crisp delight.
Cheese that melts in rivers wide,
Stretching, pulling, side to side.

Tomato sauce, a ruby stream,
Dancing in a savory dream.
Herbs and spices, rich, divine,
Every bite—a taste so fine.

Pepperoni, mushrooms too,
Olives, peppers—red and blue.
Fold it, slice it, take a bite,
Pure perfection, day or night.

From New York thin to deep-dish grand,
A masterpiece by human hand.
No matter where, no matter when,
Pizza calls us home again.

Make it, bake it, fake it

I'm not joking, I really think pizza is one of the best dishes. But I can't take credit for the ode, it's AI generated, but I approve the message.