*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
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.
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