The Mona Lisa, oh what a tease,
Her smile’s not just from sitting at ease.
Da Vinci’s strokes, so light yet bold,
Hide secrets worth more than gold.
Conspiracy buffs have started to say,
There’s a pizza code hidden in her display.
Forget the brushstrokes and shading divine—
It’s mozzarella, basil, and tomato in line!
“Her smirk,” they claim, “isn’t about art,
She’s savoring a pizza straight from the heart!”
Layers of paint, so masterfully spread,
Hide a recipe meant for crust and bread.
Historians gasp, Italians protest,
“Keep it hidden; it’s for the best!”
For if the world knew the pizza lore,
Domino’s would crumble, and chefs would roar!
The Italian government plays its role,
Guarding the canvas like a pizza patrol.
They won’t let the secret out of their sight,
To keep their monopoly shining bright.
But one day soon, the truth might slip,
And we’ll all make pizza with a Mona Lisa tip.
Until that day, just give her a glance,
And wonder if pizza’s the reason for her trance!