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.
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