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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!

Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023

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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 Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply Mike Gentile Date: 6/30/2023 9:26:00 AM Thanks Jan xxoo