Best Pizzeria Poems

She said it so matter-o-factly,
that girl, Morgan Kay Ackley.
"One day it will be so
I'll be rolling in the dough!"
But being a pizza maker what do...

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One Lou Malnati stood on the Elk Grove mound
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just within reach?

things!
lots of things!

stuff one could collect,
especially graphic novels
with a writer that made you wish
you had a photographic memory
so you would never forget even...

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This recession was a great idea
I've quit going to the pizzeria
I just don't eat anymore
Cause I am simply too poor
I can't even afford diarrhea...

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Pretty soon, night will fall upon the city,
And lives of crime animate spasmodically
As Gene Pitney croons “A Town Without Pity”
And the clubs and the gin...

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Oh if I could go back in time.
The choices, I would change.

The going on a blind date and regretting it ones.
The just one more drink...

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It tastes like heaven, with dripping cheese,
Pizza tempts me like sorghum does bees.
Mouth is overwhelmed by the deliciousness,
I am completely allured by the lusciousness.
Delectable, scrumptious,...

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I don't regret anything that's happened between us 
every moment we shared with 
laughter, sadness and frustration
Oh how every moment was spent so lovely 
I'll...

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Starting earlier every year,
Christmas costs more and more with less cheer.
This year Santa fell flat.
His diet took the fat,
Elves said,” this will not be good”...

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Today I’ll go to the galleria,
To shop for "small" precious beautiful things 
A ring, a necklace, and a tiara, 
That will totally pull at my...

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Life in majestic existence, void of needing hope
hanging it as a suspension is beyond any rope.

On fortune’s bed, satisfaction gets laid
showing off an obese personality...

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Before commiting to battle,
A wise warrior reviews the odds,
Determines the likelyhood of success,
And judges accordingly...

In my younger, gang years,
I at times deviated from this basic...

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Love:

His gloved fingers loosely grab the tin cup as he sits slumped over.
People pass, barley glancing at the tattered man before them, their faces uncaring.
He...

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Years P.M. (Pre-MacDonald's).
Woolworths.  Huge chain.  (Chains break with age.)
Elevated trains.  All over New York.
Five and Dimes.  That was what you paid.
Ceaserian...

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I entered the poetic cave.
Lit all the alliterations I could, so I could see.
I had hoped for a burlesque show, but settled on ordering a...

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