Rhyme Time: Ode to a Pizza

Ode to a Pizza

     What's juicy, cheesy, meaty, and customarily feisty, what makes your eyes drool in delight, and makes your heart sheisty? What builds up the foundation, of all foods alike, why it's the pizza of course, which breaks the hunger strike. However, imagine, an occurrence so vile, as to banish all pizza, and to make all others turn senile. How could an occurrence, so horrible prevail? That, my friend, arouses this Piz-zany tale.

     It all started out, in a land so fair, great Italy, Rome, the bearer of this delicious fare. The sun was shining, and all were about, slobbering on pizza, not a single pout. When all of a sudden, in the midst of this appeal, a rumble was heard, followed by a squeal. A gust of wind,  flew into the air, followed by its army, oh Italy beware. And just like in, the Wizard of Oz, a tornado was spurned, grasping Italy in its jaws.

     Leaves rose, and people screamed, clutching onto their pets, as horror schemed. And in the midst of it all, a speck of green rose out, robed majestically, grinning without a doubt. Imitating Thanos, he snapped his small fingers, and (poof!) vanished the tornado, whilst a puff of smoke lingered. "Hooray!" shouted the citizens, launching their hats, "We've been saved!", they thought, releasing a grip on their cats. Its pitied though, that they were indeed wrong, as they scoured for their pizza, and realized it was gone. They gasped and rummaged, the ruins of their land, and came to the conclusion, that their precious pizza had been canned. All of a sudden, the speck of green was alighted, and revealed his true self, a piece of broccoli heavily knighted.

     With a monstrous cackle, traumatizing the folk, the vegetable took a bow, and then evilly spoke. "Greetings, feeble earthlings, I am here to say, I have taken all your pizza, to a galaxy far far away. For far too long, have you ruthless souls, grown corpulent on this fare, on plates or in rolls. Hence I am here, to curtail this stage, as your newly ruler, I'll set you on the right page. From now on forth, you shall only feast, on delicious veggie greens, with powdered yeast."

     As soon as he spoke, there was instant rebellion, as pitchforks soar, and a fire was lit by a hellion. A rowdy cheer, of dogged revolt, broke into the air, like a lightning bolt. "We want pizza!" the towns-folk cried, and mowed the streets, grit at every stride. However before, the broccoli took a hit, another tornado formed, this one far more well-knit. Eyes widened, up to the moon, as the townfolk screeched, and shriveled like a prune. Before they could react, to this global horrification, a cataract of green, flooded their nation. Before this mob could, even gain a single sense, the broccoli spoke, at their expense."I will rule this land, and feed you all, the pure delight, of a lettuce ball. However, though, I shall not forget, brussels sprouts, and spinach baguette. No longer shall, you feast yourself, with aberrant pizza, or a junky shelf. Instead, you must eat, the food you abhor, beans and cabbage, and veggies galore."

     Depression was sought, by every soul, as instead of pizza, they had an asparagus bowl. In these hard times, there was one boy, named Aryan Mukherjee, who still sought joy. He got reading, and paraphrased, the ultimate pizza, across the Italy maze. He packed his bags, with food and drinks, and incanted a prayer, without a jinx. And so he began, his intense journey, faking a decoy, using a gurney. Out the door, he peddled fast, lying in the gurney, bleeding avast. The fake blood made, from maple syrup, did the trick, and he got the rear up. He bumped smack dab, in the center of, a veggie guard's stalk, very well above. The guard stumbled back, in utter surprise, and perked up his eyebrows, in shocking demise. Not wanting anyone, to assimilate that, a boy he guarded had perished, one he might pick at.

     In hasty remorse, the obese cauliflower, hauled the tactical boy, into a stinky shower. Of he went, into the garbage dump, holding his breath, like a gloating trump. He dug to the bottom, of the enormous waste, and opened a shaft, with mighty haste. Out of the blue, a soul-sucking portal, put a ghostly hand around Aryan, and seemed to chortle. With an earsplitting bellow, and the mumble "Oof", Aryan crashed into some shrubbery, with a magic 'poof'. The boy tumbled out, sweat making a puddle, on his confused face, utterly befuddled. Then his eyes lit up, and he took a stand, realizing something quite so grand. He had arrived, at the curvy maze, and at the end, was a pizza faze. Suddenly, a cackle was heard, and as he spun around, his vision was furred.

     As Aryan woke up, he was quite dismal, to realize that he was, somewhere very abysmal. He, in fact, was sequestered in, the lair of the broccoli, and all of his sinful sins. He struggled out, of the chains in his excise, but in the end, it was just no dice. "Looking for this", the broccoli commented, holding up a glimmering slice, of pizza segment. Niagara Falls, would have surely been jealous, of the drool from Aryan's mouth, as he was immediately zealous. As if sensing his mind, the broccoli launched, the slice of pizza, into his haunch. "Pizza", the boy moaned, and quickly mustered a plan, before he zoned. With an ominous glance, he quickly eyed, the key to his chains, within a massive flower pot inside.

     Just out of his reach, he put on an impression, that he was unimpressed, by the broccoli's session. "I don't think, you're fit for a king" he slyly spoke, thinking just the thing. "The only way, I'd know for sure, is if you were to lift, that pot full of manure." The egotistic king, opened his mouth, and drew a blank, so put on a frustrated pout. "This task is easy", he proudly called, as the king heaved up the pot, and flexed while Aryan stalled. Instantaneously, the silent key, slid off the pot, near Aryan's face of glee. Inching his leg, he hoisted up, the minuscule key, taking it in sup. Secure in his mouth, the king never noticed, how foolish he was, to let the key off unnoticed. As he finished his threats, and dashed off, Aryan maneuvered the key, and his chains were off. Now he tiptoed quietly, and snuck up on, the unknowing broccoli, whose brains were gone.

     Quick as silver, he reached out, and snatched the pizza, which was tasty without a doubt. As he sneaked back, the broccoli spun around, cross in the face, but clearly dumbfound. He leaped at the boy, as Aryan had planned, who juked out the broccoli, spearing his meaty hand. With one mighty stab, Aryan shoved his hand(with the pizza) inside, the evil broccoli's mouth, just as he'd implied. With a sickly gurgle, and eyes with veins of steel, the broccoli gagged, like he was being annealed. And with one final gasp, he collapsed to the floor, and was finally conked out, like he was slammed by a door. Slowly but surely, his body eradicated, like the souls of Thanos's snap, being quite ill-fated. Magically a slice of pizza, appeared in front of the boy, and as he took a bite, he knew he'd become the new hero Troy. All of the spinach, and lettuce and asparagus, cabbage and broccoli, disappeared with a fuss. All of the people, of the holy town of Paris, once again could hold their hats, and blow a feeble kiss.

     And so is the tale, of this mighty hero, who demolished all of the vegetables, and upgraded pizza back from zero.

The End(now clap!)