My son asked ChatGPT to write a soliloquy on too hot pizza

(Scene: A lonely kitchen, late at night. The only sound is the hum of the refrigerator and the soft rustle of the wind outside. A pizza, fresh from the oven, sits steaming on the counter. The protagonist enters, weary from the day's trials.)

Oh, thou circular delight of cheese and dough, How oft dost thou tempt me with thy golden crust, A perfect blend of savory heaven and molten brimstone, Yet, like Icarus, too close I fly, and thus am scorched.

What cruel jestery, to be lured by ambrosial aroma, Only to face the wrath of thy fiery molten depths? A crisp inferno encased in deceptive tranquility, Such is the paradox that sits before me now.

Thou temptress in red and gold, forgive my impatience, For desire exceeds my reason, and I, mere mortal, Cower before the blaze of thy purgatorial center. Would that I possessed the wisdom to wait, And not besmirch this eve with blistered tongue.

Yet here I stand, ensnared by thy siren call, Doomed to the scorching fate that awaits, A dance of delight turned to a hot treachery, In this quiet kitchen, thou art both friend and foe.

But hark! The gentle gust from the window, A serendipitous ally in my plight, Cool thy raging heart, oh pizza, and grant me reprieve, So I may savor thy splendor without the pangs of haste.

Thus, I watch and wait, in reverent anticipation, For the tempest to calm in thy seething core, Till at last, in patience and peace, I partake, Embarking on a culinary journey of joy, unmarred by the flames.

A lesson learned, a tale oft told yet oft forgot, That the sweetest satisfaction waits for time’s gentle touch, And the fervent rush for pleasure may oft lead to pain. Oh, pizza, thou art my teacher, and I, thy humble student.