You missed a party, a party sensational.
Well-greased, it was.
A pizza sensational.
Spread or sprinkle, steam or winkle,
Seafood or prosciutto.
Ultra fast and high frequency:
This base of bliss has outage.
A recipe that burns the breast.
Uber ingredients of parma and tart,
A taste to inspire mouth and throat;
A taste that inspires a Brazilian model
Or simply fur coat.
You and I,
To feel the taste
Must enter the oven together
And lie there flat wanting
The sweat of ambrosia.
Sylvan stress,
A pizza full of adventure.
You missed the party: a dance demonic.
Mushrooms they gave us
And after,
A handstand on a hedgehog
With black swan roasted.
Anti-matter mixed with olives
A psychotic search for optimism
Hunting porcini in the dirt of a September evening.
A time of both tortoise and hare.
Do you remember
The trout quintet with Maestro Schultz
All mixed in ?
A crowd false, naked and bare –
How could we now waltz ? Vien ?
My tear ducts fill with all the onions
Of every ambition,
Of every child and every bank
Who ate on the lap of London.
Such a party you missed,
Such a pizza as this.