The people at NaPoWriMo suggested it might be fun to start a poem using a line from a familiar piece. I shall therefore take my first swing at Nat’l Poetry Writing Month with a line from Master Bill’s Sonnet 18:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
You are more delicious than pizzas past
Although lactose intolerant I sample your cheesy surface
And recall fondly warm nights of boxed delivery
Still laden with grease and fat I weigh your cons
And exchange such points with a sunny jaunt to woods or beach
Air heated from sun melds with air heated from oven
Searching for napkin but passing for sleeve in your time of messy delight
And while I do not question the origin of your pepperoni
And whether cow or pig or squirrel was thus involved
Scrumptious and soothing, I savor your sliced goodness
Lo, I am fulleth of your glory.