Poems from the 12-Hour Couplets Contest: Ode to a Controversial Pizza Pie, Bethel McGrew

Bethel McGrew is a freelance writer based in Michigan. Her articles have appeared in various national and international outlets. Find her Substack at furtherup.net.

Ode to a Controversial Pizza Pie

They say that pasta never goes on pies

But they ain’t Jules, and Jules says otherwise.

Guys, check this out, let’s take it from the top:

A mozzarella base (Jules pies don’t flop).

Pasta (no spoon, I like to use my hands).

You like my tan? I got it in the sands

Of Montauk with the family. Now let’s throw

More cheese down. Pecorino: Make it snow

Over that vodka sauce. You think I’m done?

Guys, come on. Jules is having too much fun.

OK, the chicken’s tucked in for the night.

And now it’s showtime, gang. Let’s do this right.

Pop in the oven. Wait, wait for it, wait…

Boom! OK guys, now it’s your turn to rate

My masterpiece. Come check it out today,

Let Jules make all your worries melt away.

It’s hot, it’s here, it’s now, it bends the rules.

It’s Penne Vodka pizza à la Jules!


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