Long Pizza pie Poems
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Is it safe to eat it? Is it safe to eat?
Well if you cook, I wouldn’t miss a beat
But if I make it, and it’s not bacon
Better watch out, there may be some doubt
What if I say please
Come on man, you can do this with ease
Help me out here
I’m hungry
I’m hungry
My culinary skills are lacking
Even the eggs they’re all cracking
I can boil a box of macaroni
But are the noodles supposed to be so soggy?
What if I say please
Come on man, you can do this with ease
Help me out here
I’m hungry
I’m hungry
What? I can’t turn up the flame and jump in the shower?
I’ll only be in there for a short quarter hour
The chicken needs time to cook, does it not?
I added a bunch of oil and even some salt
What if I say please
Come on man, you can do this with ease
Help me out here
I’m hungry
I’m hungry
I know it looks like I’m squeezing the tomato
Really I’m just trying to slice it like a potato
Why won’t the knife go through the skin?
Ow, is that my blood or juice from the tomato thing
What if I say please
Come on man, you can do this with ease
Help me out here
I’m hungry
I’m hungry
You know dear, you have refined cooking skills
And what they say still
That the way to the heart is through the food
So I’m asking you
It’s not a special occasion
And no my heart’s not aching
But I’m hungry man, I’m hungry
And you’re so good at this cooking stuff, yea
So I’m asking you this time
I’m asking please be mine
No it’s not Valentine’s
But please be mine
I’m hungry
I’m hungry
I told you before right? *
You make great pizza pie
How did I survive this long?
That’s what you have to say after I wrote you this song?!
Now how long do I leave the pasta in the water?
Do I add salt? What about oil?
Why is your mouth open but you’re not saying anything?
Man, I guess I’m ordering out again...
*starting here, these lines are spoken not sung, fading out at the end
Thick or thin, it is the Friday night order in special,
Supreme or meat lovers delight, whatever toppings
You like it, does not matter for it’s
The all American favorite, Pizza!!
Roll out that dough, cover it with Italians specialty
Sauce, cheese me to please me, I’ll never get enough,
I’m simply addicted to this deep dish pan delicious stuff.
Cut me no single slice, for more, more, more,
Is the thunderous roar of my mighty hungering’s
Rumbling, within my tummy, for what Pizza!!!
Circled or squared, just roll that pizza cutter of
Portions pleasure, pick up your slice and allow
That thick cheese to pull apart naturally,
Then bite into Nirvana, for this is heavens
Perfection guaranteed by the slice.
Now the frozen microwave style may work in a pinch,
Delivery or the hot and ready special can satisfy
My personal hunger glitch, for that tasty pizza pie,
As long as can get it, I’m satisfied.
Oh grant me one pleasures sinful command to break
Dearest lord above, to indulge myself, and stuff
Myself with pizza, pizza until I burst, for gluttony is
One distractions fault I have dear father, when it
Comes to this circle food, as it spins on the nightly
Commensals boob tube.
Is it not against the law to hide messages within
Certain text, because I swear these advertisers
Know our fragile human weaknesses, late at night
For this delectable substance, called what
Pizza, if I haven’t mentioned it enough,
Yummy, yum, yum old chum.
It’s the party hardy mid-night special, on all
Channels of the United States of America,
There is no doubt of this, rock my world
In flavorful old time favorite, dude I’m
With you all the way, especially on a
Friday night.
This is my declaration of independence
Declared in Italian sauces redden stainy ink,
Give me Pizza or give me death, just kidding
Folks, by the way do you want that last
Pizza slice, I’m not quite full yet, lol.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Peter Piper pickin peppers
Pick your pockets
Potential profits
Purely pleasure
Plan on passin on, Puttin all
Personal belongings
In your purses or wallet
Because peter's plottin,
Poppin up practicly anywhere
Presidential pluckins possible
He's a professional
At peak performance
Nope no police department's
Pieced it all together
Or ever seen em processed
Or positive i'd em
From His POV his priority in the PM
Is please deposit
Palming anything you got
Then proceed 2 Pawn it
This piece of garbarge
Will pinky promise a priest
And peace out with paquito mas
Than he pondered
Sticky finger Peter Parker
Will put his paws on OPP
Then hit it raw like ODB
Pick the lock on your car
Pop it out of park
And sell it all to a pick a part
Put him in a pickle
And he'll sprint into a parkin lot
Without the paparazzi
Ever posting a picture up
He's greasy as a pizza pie
He be living the life of pie
Cuz his pirating, kind of seems
Like there is no end in sight
The punk will Punch you like Paquio
Probably start a petty fight
He'll Parasite a prostitute
Until her pimp begins 2 pry
Like a possesive partner
With a pimp hand of dynamite
Peter almost pissed his pants
Packed his back bags
And tried to find
Another peice of ass
Peters past
Will eventually catch up with him
And have him peekin back
Not even Robin Williams
Could be peter pan
Then he'll proceed from shame
Plead guilty peace of cake
I mean to P B & J
Thats standard policy
Now peters possibly
In a ungly situation
Than Polly Shore piping Polly Dean
Lights out not a peep
All bets are off
He can't pick another parlay
Tryin to cover up his peter
Because he's peeing on his prostate
Poor Peter
“FAKE” Festering Marital Spite Only Backfired...
More than a bajillion painful eons
after pledging troth
with thee missus,
whom I definitely blindly wed
comprised great ta ra ra boom
de ay ye blood red
boomerang/ domino pizza pie
effect pronouncing lead
din saucy impact inducing
mushrooming reverberations,
she continuously smacks me with dread
naught (Hawaiian punch style)
upside the head
jarring delicate anatomical
soft as freshly baked bread
gray matter, qua delicate
psyche got skull fully outspread
knocking down intelligent quotient
less than porcine Nellie, one smart
pig in poke farmstead,
where unseen hemorrhaging bled
scarring, seething, and suffering
practically indelible contusions
finds me whirling back from Sheepshead
Bay to stone age of Fred
Flintstone, where shmoo zing schwilly
found yours comfortably numb,
and yet kept on truckin as if grateful dead,
asper decades worth oven
po' whetted unleavened bread.
This insufferable afflicted
brow beaten doughless bro
tantamount, viz time
and again forced to eat crow
yes (ma pet) even as prank no
joking even derided by (thanks to Yo
yo ma spouse) innocent looking Elmo
nsync with mouths of scared
bullies vitriol, which did flow
exploding like embers
kindled within me plenti glow
wing with blood lust vengeance
antithesis trademarked ho ho ho
wing of Santa Claus, intending
to crush indomitable of this Joe,
whose spit fired spirit, also
suffered strafed bruised flesh
indistinguishable from indigo
girls or goo goo dolls know
wing no better than dodo
bird than besiege this hobo!
I doff my fedora to the feller who invented pertater chips!
That genius developed the ideal thingy in which to immerse our dips!
How could we survive sans our weekly fix of Dominoes pizza pie,
Or a half-dozen Dunkin Donuts consumed on the sly?
Ain't nothin' as finger lickin' good as Kentucky Fried, original of course,
Or a Wendy's triple bacon 'burger when you're as famished as a horse!
Ah! The myriad of Mexican fixin's offered by the local Taco Bell!
Chimichangas, burritos, tacos, tostadas and enchiladas as well!
Japanese and Chinese establishments offer mysterious and fancy fare.
Try sushi, octopus, crawfish or deep fried squid if you dare!
If you crave ice cream, cookies or a hunk of cake or such cuisine,
Hie yourself on down the street to the nearest Dairy Queen!
For the hotdog aficionado there are weenie varieties galore;
Foot longs, chilidogs, smothered in sauerkraut and so many more!
Want some scrumptious and satisfying grub that'll fill your belly?
Get a ham on rye, thick salami or a Rueben at the neighborhood deli!
At Dad's BBQ you can order any kind of barbeque with greasy fries.
To top off the pancakes at The Village Inn you can buy chocolate pies!
Doctors and nutritionists would cringe at such a diet of course.
Fiddle faddle! I'll keep on eatin' that stuff with absolutely no remorese!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Giovanni the Pizza Guy
(Pronounce "a" as "uh")
Giovanni,
you make a
de savory tomato
and de thick
white creamy alfredo
you are a de pizza guy, amor'e
Si',
I make a de homemade paste
she's a richer for you taste
and that's a part of my story.
I make a de pizza pie
I make a it to please
you wanna de pepperoni
or you wanna de plain cheese ?
I am a you waiter
I take a you order
when you food-she a comes
she make a you mouth water
I make a de perfect pizza
in me you should a trust
you wanna de thick
or de thin crispy crust?
I can make a spagetti
or make a zucchini
butta for you , I make a linguine
I can make a de sauce red
I can make a it white
after you taste-you wanna more bite
I make a de spagetti -she's a made with love
I cook a real slow
you order ahead ; or you take a to go.
I putta de stuff on de top
I give a you wine or a some pop
Uno momento, will you please
I must a cut a de cheese
I am a you pizza guy
to make a you pizza pie
Why must a you stay a at home
when a you can a dine a in a Rome ?
I save a you a table
I tell a you a fable
I fill a you pants
I make a you dance
I make a de sauce thick
I make a de sauce thin
I make a you laugh
I make a you grin !
Si',
Please a come a back ; see a Giovanni again!
CHOW FOR NOW, BELLISIMA !
Copyright McCuen 2009
"Pizza and soda there on the table;
Dig in and eat as much as you're able."
yet I beheld with a spiritual eye,
As I gazed upon that pizza pie'
If you got a moment I'd like to share,
The spiritual analogies I saw there'
When the box was first opened and ready to eat,
The first thing I saw was plenty of MEAT'
On top of this was plenty of cheese,
(That's solidified MILK, if you please'"),
then the tomato sauce-which was red,
reminded of the BLOOD Jesus shed'
As I looked even further, my eyes were led,
To the golden crust- a form of BREAD'
It is cooked in OIL, which makes it taste so well,
And was RESSURECTECTED from the oven (a.k.a. sheol or HELL.)
The circular shape was ETERNAL- no beginning or end.
And it had been cut (WOUNDED) time and again'
It's best when it's hot- and so should we be'
You might even find SALT if it has anchovies.
People come to eat and be refreshed.
Does Spiritual food do any less?
Pizza can be delivered to your front door;
Shouldn't we likewise "deliver" the Gospel? For sure'
Eat your pizza and enjoy your meal;
Don't neglect spiritual food which is even more real'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
May 5, 2002
I can tolerate most any grub that is placed upon my plate,
Though I must be somewhat selective so as to control my weight!
I love a juicy New Yawk steak and taters with a slab of cherry pie,
'Cause I'm strictly a meat and taters sort of guy!
There ain't nothin' as tasty as a meatloaf with smashed pertaters,
With lots of gravy, new spring peas and fresh beefsteak termaters!
But spare me pickled pigs' feet or a feesh starin' me in the eye,
'Cause I'm strictly a meat and taters sort of guy!
I savor various kinds of soups and a good homemade stew,
And Beringer's White Zin wine with a delectable cordon bleu!
Sushi causes me to barf and pungent kimchi tears my eye!
I reckon by now you've guessed I'm a meat and taters sort of guy!
I relish the products hogs produce like sausage, bacon and ham,
And I don't care what others say, I'm an aficionado of good ol' Spam!
But Lord have mercy! Spare the anchovies, 'specially on a pizza pie,
'Cause I'm strictly a meat and taters sort of guy!
In these politically correct times, some folks might rashly conclude,
That since I detest certain grubs that I'm a prejudiced dude.
Well, that's their problem if we don't exactly see eye to eye.
It just so happens that I was born a meat and taters sort of guy!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
This is Mr. Squeaky, mouse reporter,
squeaking to you from the Swiss cheese quarter,
where the crime bosses will decide the price
you'll have to pay for a provolone slice.
My modest size lets me to infiltrate
the safe house where they will decide the fate
of decent queso lovers like you and I -
oh no - they want to restrict the supply!
Don "Blockhead" Cheddarino, barks and glares
at an aging figure, caught unawares,
Gouda Bidini, aged not to perfection,
"Our common goal, deplete the deli section."
What will they do with the power they seize?
Good people, they will take away our cheese!
They'll attack all of us midnight snackers.
They'll take away the brie for our crackers!
This, friends and viewers, is no baloney -
no more cheddar for our macaroni!
We'll take a bite, and we'll sit and stare
when our grilled-cheese sandwich is filled with air.
They're going to agree to a treaty:
no more mozzarella for baked ziti.
We need something stretchy on pizza pie -
a serious case for the FBI.
Better bring in J Cheddar Hoover fast.
My appetite's going nuts - I won't last.
This has been your intrepid mouse reporter,
and aspiring exquisite cheese importer.
Good night and good luck. You think this is so dumb?
Wait 'til you see me in my next po-em.
I arrived early today for the appointment made months ago,
And began the interminable wait to see the medico.
When I checked in it was already half-past noon.
The nurse said, "Take a seat and we'll be with you soon!"
The room was full of people in every kind of condition.
I thought, "Lord! Have mercy! Deliver me from this perdition!
While waiting I'll surely contract a contagious disease I fear,
And be much worse off than when I arrived in here!"
I thumbed through time-worn magazines dating from nineteen fifty-three,
And stared with glazed eyes at unctuous soap operas on TV.
Swallowed stale coffee by the liter from a styrofoam cup,
Not so patiently waiting for my name to be called up!
I tried to snooze but that soon became a sad delusion,
With rowdy kids and constant babble - just too much confusion.
The little old lady next to me told of her every pain and ache,
As I lent a compassionate ear, striving to stay awake!
I was almost tempted to order in a scrumptious pizza pie.
My stomach was growling and suppertime was drawing nigh.
When at last the nurse in all her puffery before me did loom,
And finally ushered me into the harried doctor's examining room!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)