First reading on the morning.

This is funny in the best way because it takes something completely ordinary and treats it with total seriousness. “The Great Topping Conflict,”“the Meatball Battalion,”“the Spinach Brigade,”“a chariot of doom”… it all commits so hard to the bit that the whole thing becomes genuinely charming instead of just clever.

And the rhythm helps a lot. It moves fast, keeps the jokes coming, and still leaves room for those small familiar details, “That slice is much bigger!”, “a burn on the roof / Of a mouth,”“cold pizza for breakfast.” That’s what makes it feel warm and alive. Not just a joke poem, but a little domestic epic with grease, drama, and family politics all over it.