I Guess that was his Pizza

I guess that was his pizza I said without a frown My boyfriend who had stood, rapidly sat back down I thought you were going to chase him I say As long as they bill him, I’m good with it, says Jay Glad he did not pick up the wrong pizza I point out You mean our pizza? We would have both gave him a pout. We cannot stop laughing, giggling like loons He gave us a nod, and sent over six bright thank you balloons