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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment