Poetry Reflection
My poem is called Pizza. What inspired me was when my mom made a pizza and I couldn’t eat it because it was in the oven, I felt like it would take forever. I chose pizza as my poem because I like pizza. I tried to make it funny by being dramatic. I really like it.
Pizza
By Isabella
As I observe the greasiness
of this delicious meal,
my mouth starts to water,
as the heat takes over.
As time goes by,
my stomach growls.
Tears of joy fall
from my eyes.
Mom, is the pizza ready yet?!
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