The Pizza Guy

The title "The Pizza Guy" is referring to a restaurant in this poem rather then to an actual human being, Enjoy!

I am hungry this dark night,
I need something good to bite.
What it is I do not care,
For the hunger pains I cannot bear.

I can't decide just what to do,
Should I stay home, and make some stew?
Should I go to Taco Bell?
Na, then I wouldn't feel to well.

I really need to eat some food,
I just cannot decide what's good.
My stomach's growling very loud,
Sounds alike an angry crowd.

Maybe I should order out,
I could give Domino's a shout.
On second thought maybe not,
They want more money than I've got.

Something good and something cheap,
Something that I like a heap.
Ah! That's it, "The Pizza Guy",
He delivers what I can buy.

Let me dial up his number,
Hello, I'd like a large pizza, Cucumber.
What? You say that you don't serve that,
That's just what I wanted,Drat!

Then I guess I'll Have a Bacon,
I think that is what I can take in.
Yes, of course I want it large,
And I'd like to pay with charge.

Hurry up, and make it snappy,
And assure me I'll be happy.
After One half hour had passed,
"The Pizza Guy" Was here at last.

I tipped him great I tipped him grand,
A few extra bucks in his hand.
I made it worth that man's endeavor,
I will love his food forever.

I opened up the box to see,
The yummy goodness made for me.
Then I took a great big bite,
Of "The Pizza Guy's" delight.

It tasted good it tasted grand,
When I was done I couldn't stand.
It to him I have to hand,
"The Pizza Guy" has the best brand.

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