Two pizzas arrive piping hot.
He sits down to eat from one.
Several slices in
Pained expression gives way to
Sweat pouring from his brow.
Visions of delicious heat dance in his tear-filled eyes.
Moving his hands in animated silence,
He conveys his enjoyment,
While shunning offers of water, sugar or milk,
To fan the flames of culinary fire.
Coworkers amazed at his resolve.
But all quickly escape
His generous offer to share,
The remaining unopened box of
Piping hot pizza with habaneros and Jalapenos.
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Wow what a genius pizza eater! Ha! “All the more for him.” ;)) Such a fun and original poem!
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Glad you enjoyed it Lia. Thanks for your kind comments. Blessings and joy to you. 🍕💖
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Suzette, you’ve described me perfectly while eating hot peppers. I’m a lightweight. I’m sweating already just thinking about Habaneros. Jalapenos I can handle. I once made Jambalaya using Scotch Bonnet peppers. Destroyed it. I lived. Thanks for the smile.
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Glad you “enjoyed” it Michael. You are brave for trying Scotch Bonnet with Jambalaya. Happy day to you. 🍕💖
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Blessings, Suzette 😊🙏
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Hi, Suzette. Beautifully penned and exceedingly humorous. Chuckling to myself as I read. I have re-blogged. Have a great day.
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So happy you enjoyed it Goff. Thanks for the reblog – you are very kind. Have a great day also. Cheers.
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My pleasure. Loved the poem. Keep Safe.
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Lol, very funny. All escaped his generous offer to share…
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Lol. Glad you enjoyed it. Have an awesome day. 🍕🌶
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So funny! I really enjoyed it! 😅
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Glad you enjoyed it. Happy Thursday to you. Thanks for commenting. Blessings to you. 😊
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