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.
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