Dancing clowns on my pizza,
A sight that's sure to amuse ya.
They prance and jiggle with delight,
Bringing a whimsical joy to sight.
Their painted faces with a grin,
Makes me forget about the thin,
Crust beneath them, oh so light,
With toppings that are out of sight.
I watch them dance and sway,
As I take a slice away,
Feeling the dough melt in my mouth,
And my taste buds heading south.
But the clowns steal the show,
As they continue to grow,
In number and in size,
To a spectacle that mesmerizes.
The pizza's now a stage,
For the clowns to engage,
In a performance so grand,
That I can hardly withstand.
I laugh and cheer and clap,
As I take another lap,
Of the pizza that's become,
A circus under the sun.
So let the clowns dance away,
On my pizza, every day,
For they bring a joy and a thrill,
That's beyond any pizza's skill.
As the last slice disappears,
I wipe away my happy tears,
Knowing that the memory will stay,
Of the dancing clowns on my pizza today.
The clowns spin and twirl,
Their painted faces a swirl,
Of colors bright and bold,
As the pizza unfolds.
A kaleidoscope of delight,
That fills my heart with light,
As I watch the clowns in awe,
Performing without a flaw.
Their movements are so fluid,
Their steps so perfectly lucid,
That I forget about the world outside,
And let the pizza be my guide.
For in this moment, all is right,
As the clowns bring me delight,
And the pizza fills my belly,
Leaving me feeling oh-so-jolly.
So let the clowns dance on,
Until the pizza's all gone,
For in their silly, playful way,
They brighten up my every day.
And as I bid them farewell,
I know that they will dwell,
In my heart and in my mind,
As a memory one of a kind.
For the dancing clowns on my pizza,
Will forever be a whimsical vista,
Of a moment in time so sweet,
That I'll always want to repeat.
As the final slice is eaten,
And the clowns' show is completed,
I savor every last bite,
Of the pizza that brought me such delight.
But even as the pizza disappears,
The clowns remain, in my ears,
Their laughter ringing clear and bright,
A symphony of joy and light.
For they remind me of the power,
Of living in the moment, hour by hour,
And finding magic in the mundane,
In simple pleasures that keep us sane.
So let the dancing clowns on my pizza,
Be a symbol of the joy that's in ya,
And a reminder to cherish the small,
For they're the things that matter most of all.
Gazing back upon this night,
I find comfort in the sight,
Of the clowns who'll always be,
There to bring their joy to me.
For even when the day is rough,
And life can feel like it's enough,
The clowns remind me of the grace,
That's found in laughter, in every place.
So let the memory of this pizza,
And the clowns who danced upon it, please ya,
And may they bring a smile to your face,
A touch of whimsy, a moment of grace.
So here's to the clowns on my pizza,
And to the magic that's always with ya,
May they always remind us of the light,
That shines in us, so bright and right.
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