Madura

Take this pizza to Madura Party down at table seven They’re divorcing and they’re hungry Years together were eleven I’m a nice guy so I took it Though I’ve had no formal training Down the stairs and through the courtyard To the patio, it’s raining Though I know the I am dreaming I was quested to deliver Rain is heavy and it’s pouring Patio is like a river Pizza’s melting, I’m in trouble No time for another make-up They will surely be complaining From this dream, I guess I’ll wake up!

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/1/2023 9:15:00 PM

Dreams contain a kernel of truth, or so the Psycho Doctors say. I'm looking for a kernel here... lol. ~ Colonel Sanders

Mike Gentile
Date: 7/2/2023 7:21:00 AM

Oy my! Perhaps ye thought that the Madura's ordered chicken!! Happy Sunday!

Panagiota Romios

Date: 7/1/2023 2:44:00 PM

Mike! Sorry for the misspellings in my previous post. I have corrected them, Have a good day, Panagiota

Mike Gentile
Date: 7/1/2023 3:57:00 PM

No worries at all xxoo

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 7/1/2023 2:21:00 AM

Well thank God it was a dream, Mike. You would have ended with a pizza soup. Maybe it is just as delicious, I wouldn't know. Stunning poem.

Mike Gentile
Date: 7/1/2023 4:23:00 AM

Thank you Victor!

Panagiota Romios

Date: 6/30/2023 12:28:00 PM

Great poem Mike. You crack me up…a pizza divorce party in the rain? Fabulous description, I was with you, each slippery step of your dream way,))) Panagiota

Mike Gentile
Date: 7/1/2023 4:23:00 AM

Thank you so much xxoo

Jan Allison

Date: 6/30/2023 9:07:00 AM

I am so glad my dreams are never analysed lol. this was fun yet sad at the same time Mike:-) Happy Fridayy hugs jan xx

Mike Gentile
Date: 6/30/2023 9:26:00 AM

Thanks Jan xxoo