Oh where, oh were could my pizza pie be?
Oh where, oh were could it be?
I ordered it half of an hour ago,
But it's yet to come to me.
I'm sad because I am wasting away.
I'm sad because I've no pie.
The waitress is nice, but she has empty hands
And I am starting to cry.
Oh Lord, please give me some patience today
To wait for just awhile yet.
I thank you for sausage 'n mushrooms 'n sauce,
The pizza that I will soon get.
9 comments:
Oh poor dear Mr Picklesworth... I hope you finally got your pizza! You look half starved! How could they do that to you??
What topping did you go for? It's an important consideration for a gentleman of standing!
Just, had a known what "Farmhouse" was, I would have gotten that a spin. As it is, the photo I'm describing was taken last month in Chicago and I am struggling to remember. My wife would surely remember since she has a very sharp memory. My mind tends to paraphrase things.
Pretty sure we just went with sausage, Moose.
Your poem makes me smile ear to ear :)
Katherine, :) I survived!
Shakuntaladevi, thanks. I'm glad.
Its the same in my house. I do the memorizing, he does... I'm not quite sure ;-) Behind every great man is a great woman, Mrs. Picklesworth, we salute you!
I was thinking fish and fungus. It'll make you smarter. I tried it once, and I wised up quickly. Have never ordered it again.
BB, someone offered a fish and mushroom pizza? That's revolting. What about a pate and pineapple pizza? Oy...
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