In the land of Pizzaville, I saw a venomous snake, which spat a tomato purée and it coated the

enemy in a layer of cheese.

In the land of Pizzaville, I ate a lovely, cheesy leaf filled with luxurious tomato purée.

In the land of Pizzaville, I heard a delicious pizza hawk with majestic pepperoni wings.

In the land of Pizzaville, I touched a fizzy pink lemonade pool with icy fish swimming around having to time of their lives.

In the land of Pizzaville, I sang a beautiful lullaby whilst cute pizza squirrels and spiky hedgehogs crowded around me.

In the land of Pizzaville, I caught a pepperoni phoenix it’s ablaze head trembling as I fed it my pizza crusts.

In the land of Pizzaville, I felt the harsh wing biting against my bare skin as I trudged through the the tomato lake.

In the land of Pizzaville, I spotted the rare cheese dragon dripping with tomato sauce whilst breathing fire.

In the land of Pizzaville, I smelt the delicious newly cooked pizza birds as one flew into my hand leaving a sling cheesy trail.