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

July 1, 2023 at 9:15 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

July 2, 2023 at 7:21 AM

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

Panagiota Romios

July 1, 2023 at 2:44 PM

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

Mike Gentile

July 1, 2023 at 3:57 PM

No worries at all xxoo

Victor Buhagiar

July 1, 2023 at 2:21 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

July 1, 2023 at 4:23 AM

Thank you Victor!

Panagiota Romios

June 30, 2023 at 12:28 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

July 1, 2023 at 4:23 AM

Thank you so much xxoo