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Poems Just For Fun
A Pizza Justice
Is anything as perfect
As fresh baked pizza pie?
Soft golden cheese on thick red sauce,
A treat for tongue and eye.
The crust is crisp and crunchy,
The seasoning divine.
This succulent sansation,
I wish that it were mine.
But it is going elsewhere,
Entombed within its box.
Driven there by some poor shmuck,
Who climbs 6 flights and knocks.
The pizza's handed over,
This bozo never tips.
He'll find a slice is missing.
The driver licks his lips.
Copyright 2008 by Rudy Vener
for that special person who loves to laugh.
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COPYRIGHT 2005, 2011 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Rudy Vener
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