Found poetry
The shoe maker!
In the clearing of forgotten forest,
the breeze tickled trees,
in the spiffy workshop
he grunted and he beamed.
Stubborn machines grumbled,
at wrinkled waterproof shoes,
perfect astonishing foot lockers
gave attention to their boss,
who carefully crafted unusual shoes
to celebrate and prize ,
oh what a big surprise.
Pizza
Pizza oh pizza, the italian food,
I order my pizza and say lots of cheese please,
or Ill kneel on my knees and pray to the trees.
The soft brown crust which you must love and trust,
it has to be fussed over so it doesn't get rust.
The thick tomato sauce,
covers the base,
I have to eat it at a certain pace.
I smell the smoke from the fire,
inside is the pizza I desire.
My pizza is ready!!
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