High and Mighty Pie-ano: A Tale of Tuneful Tastiness
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The night sky light creeps into the air,
As she stands there with her hand in her hair.
A world renown opera singer of great renown,
Ready to savour her last meal in town.
1
Her dress made of velvet, so fine and so lavish,
Adorned with roses, which seemed to have a ravish.
Her hair let down long on her back, it did sit,
Like a dark wave of midnight, the colour of it.
2
The crust amply sprinkled with cheese and herbs,
Topped with a plentiful supply of olives and curds.
A smell too tempting to pass up and miss,
So off she goes with her one slice of bliss.
3
She closes her eyes and savours the flavour,
The taste tantalises her senses, so she does savour.
A moment of joy and pleasure, so rare,
She smiles and takes another bite, with care.
4
The crust superbly crunching and crumbly,
The cheese unctuous and creamy, so humbly.
A succulent joy from the sauce so demure,
A heavenly slice of pizza, so sure.
5
The night sky begins to darken slowly,
The opera singer takes a final bite boldly.
A last taste of the meal that's divine,
Before it's time to hit the line.
6
Melodious notes fill the night sky bright,
As the singer's voice sends a chill of delight.
Tears fill the eyes of those who hear,
At the beauty of this voice so clear.
7
The crowd around her, transfixed with emotion,
The song telling of heartbreak and devotion.
The mood is broken when sudden and swift,
An unwelcome man approaches, bearing a gift.
8
The man comes closer, and into the light,
His face a mask of arrogance and spite.
"Take this, it is from one who thinks you are grand,
But know that if you accept, you may not take a stand."
9
The opera singer wonders what lies contained,
A fear surges through her as she is restrained.
The man's presence only furthers her plight,
A fate of ambiguity, with no respite.
