Comments
Loading Dream Comments...
You must be logged in to write a comment - Log In
The Ghost of Mozzarella
Late one night on a pizza supreme,
A ghost appeared—a cheesy dream!
It wobbled, stretched, and gave a wail,
Dripping gooey, melty tail.
“I haunt this pie both near and far!
Fear my stringy tendrils—Boo! Ooh, aargh!”
But no one screamed, they just took a slice,
And said, “This ghost tastes pretty nice!”