The Holy Trinity of oven-baked goods, Bread, cheese, and tomato, Come together now to fulfill your destiny.

Pound the dough, nail it to the wood. Leave it out for show, glamorously displayed With its crown of crust arcing its body.

Cover it with tomato from a packet, Raining down blood red from up above, Until the red sea seeps through, staining the wood beneath.

Then toss white flowers at its feet, Mozzarella cheese filtering through the blood, Into it all, giving it a flavor, an essence, a spirit.

Throw it into a cave with a stone enclosing it away. Let your mouth bubble and salivate, gluttonously, And wait for the smell you crave from your insides.

The cheesy stench comes alive, filtering through everything, Even through the cracks and into the air outside, Let the spirit fill you up as you want more and more.

The tomato cooks into a hard paste, Thickening and growing warm as it rushes through, An ecstasy all created in your tossing hand.

And the bread rises up in all its holiness, And before long the white smelly cheese spills over The edge in a burst of enthusiasm and lust.

Remove the stone quick! Take it out of the oven before it’s too late, Oh, look at the sticky mess in all its glory!

Oh, the trinity is complete, its purpose fulfilled. Oh, now let us eat it all, save none for anyone. Oh, thank the Father, the Son, and the Holy for this masterpiece!