Cutting the Pizza

Our final night in Montreal, To take a break from fries, We saw a nice Italian place We thought we’d patronize. We ordered salad, beer and wine And, perfect for our sharing, An interesting pizza Which they took their time preparing. When it came out, we were surprised For, though it looked enticing, It was a perfect circle Which no one had started slicing. The waitress then provided Not a slicer like we know, But a special sharpened scissor Which went smoothly through the dough. The pizza was delicious, Cooked to absolute perfection, Which we happily devoured As we snipped each brand-new section. A tiramisu finished off A most amazing meal, With our unexpected scissor-slices Part of the appeal.