Monday, April 12, 2010


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.


Katherine said...

Oh poor dear Mr Picklesworth... I hope you finally got your pizza! You look half starved! How could they do that to you??

Just said...

What topping did you go for? It's an important consideration for a gentleman of standing!

W.B. Picklesworth said...

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.

Mall Diva said...

Pretty sure we just went with sausage, Moose.

Shakuntaladevi said...

Your poem makes me smile ear to ear :)

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Katherine, :) I survived!

Shakuntaladevi, thanks. I'm glad.

Just said...

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!

Bike Bubba said...

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.

W.B. Picklesworth said...

BB, someone offered a fish and mushroom pizza? That's revolting. What about a pate and pineapple pizza? Oy...