The recipe goes.
Thin and crispy
in lots of prose.
Sling it in,
Or leave it out.
That is all it is about.
Write the words
and then stand back.
Never follow rules
that bore nor count.
Art is not without a point.
Make it up as you go along,
In much the same way as this song.
What’s the sense in idle words
If all you make
is much as theirs?
Take my advice if you will.
Do your thing and sod them all.
One day soon we all will see
That pizzas do not grow on trees.
Were it so, we might as well
Drop it all and go to hell,
Where pizza making isn’t done so well.
But then if that is where I go
I really hope the dough I make
Will shake the souls of those who take
Cash from such as you and me
Most of all for their own sake.
Jackie Collins and her type
Should give it up,
And move along.
To those who view in triple X,
I’ve had enough of fruitless sex.
EL James may catch us now,
but to her books I do not bow.
I have strung them up in my time
And I’ve made more than half a crown.
Wherein does credibility reside?
In our pizzas they abide,
not in the women that we ride.
The only thing that I can offer
Just take your time and seek to proffer
More than sauce and chilli beef.
Tell it long or tell it brief.
Just keep it true and your belief.
Should you ever beg to differ,
All I say is one day soon
We’ll all float down the river.
Let not our point be just to sell, when
Surely what we should do well is not
To the devil give
Our hearts and minds for him to sieve
So that we have nothing worthy left to say