I decided to write a poem about a grave injustice foisted on me by what i thought was an understanding piece of savory pie. Let this be a warning to you, not all foodstuffs can be trusted.
Pizza, How Could You Burn My Mouth?
Bubbling sauce, melting cheese
Taste beyond compare
Welcomed kiss, of hungry teeth
Mouth in anticipation
Blinding pain, hanging skin
My heart betrayed
Pizza, how could you burn my mouth?
I thought we had something special.
Cartopia 
ache, aching, soreness, hurt, throb, throbbing, smarting, pricking, sting, stinging, twinge, shooting pain, stab, pang, spasm; stitch, cramp; discomfort, irritation, stiffness, tenderness
Ooooh, those are good pizza betrayal words!
Never trust your food. I’ve gotten headaches from Ice Cream that you wouldn’t believe. 😉
Ice cream has given me many a headache. I call it an ice cream hangover.
Car, because your poem shows such sorrow of betrayal and you seem to have a closer than usual relationship with your pizza, I wonder if a few sessions of therapy with your pizza pie might be helpful.
Couples therapy for people and their food? Great idea! I think I know what my next business venture will be!
I went through three boxes of Kleenex after reading that poem. It was easy to relate to, compelling, sad… You deserve to be among the masters, Car.
Thank you. Mouth burning is a serious issue and we should always get the word out about its insidious danger.