Scares An American Sonnet

Tons of pineapples and mozzarella, the perfect side for a scary movie; Pie built out of two handed slices, my mouth is already watering; Stuck waiting nearly thirty minutes, I could have sworn they said fifteen; Hangrier with every millisecond, driver jump that three car pile up! After twenty more the doorbell rang, delivery guy heard the chilling theme; He said ‘You’re my last stop wanna hang?’ I replied ‘Sure. Scares are for sharing.’ A new friend? Icing on the cake; Such is the great pizza mistake.