Answering the Call

*fyi: I am going to try to write a poem on the spot about pizza delivery for the next 5 days. This was inspired by filling out a job application which asked, "what was your favourite job, and why?" It got me thinking... enjoy.*

Answering the Call

Cheap grey vinyl seats, left

warmed by my bum and right

by hot pizza bags, which

reek like greasy goodness

and make the fabric smell for days

even with windows rolled down.

In this young night, hungry stomachs

call 310-10-10 and make their demands.

The lazy ones who won't sacrifice their

teams to unobservance on the telly

make sure to indicate 'delivery'

And so begins the journey

pavement and potholes are the path

pizza and pop are the goods

people and pets are the goal

here we go!

Colin and Co.

Dinner for two

We need some flavour!

We need some spice!

We need to savour

this asian rice.

Don't crack egg shells

Garlic salad, my breath smells

Yellow yolk stains my teeth

Shriveled sausages, no beef?!

We need something tasty

We need something nice!

We need to eat hasty

this asian rice.

I've got sausages, thick round

all beef! Yellow corn kernels abound

Your breath will taste butter-sweet,

so why don't you take a seat, eat!

We've got some root beer

We've got some ice

We've got some good cheer!

with asian rice.

Colin and Co.