Pizza Poem

Today, we had Pizza lunch. The pizza was really tasty. So tasty, I found a poem about it! *Ahem...

The Pizza Lament

Now I'm a pizza-driver

I drive them as a job 

What really pizzas me off

Is the pizza eating mob. 

The first one is the tourist 

A likely place to start 

He's the other side of woop-woop 

But his tips have got no heart 

Number two is little grandma 

And just to hassle me 

She'll ask," What's on all your pizzas, 

And which one's going free." 

Now because I drive at night, 

The light's not always great 

And a black cow is the one thing 

That at speed I really hate. 

'Cause it's anchors on and pray 

That you miss the bloomin' beast. 

(The pizza and the garlic bread's 

All over the front seat.) 

So I pick up all the pieces, 

And stuff 'em in the bag 

Nobody'll notice it 

Mark it 'discount' on the tag. 

And as for misty weather, 

You should try and drive through that,

Or stepping in a puddle, 

Or stepping on a cat.

And how about the spiders, 

Or the webs across my face, 

Or all those little swear words 

That I said at someone's place. 

Yes, I love driving pizzas, 

And getting soaking wet, 

But as I hear you laugh, 

The last laugh I'll have yet.

For when I came to work 

My false teeth were in my care, 

And somebody in Pizza-land, 

Has eaten them unaware.

-Kevin Greig

Well, hope you enjoyed this little poem! Please don't take any offence if you're a pizza driver, I didn't make this poem. The purpose of this post is to say thanks to my mom who bought me pizza lunch today.