Saturday, January 4, 2014

Pizza To Go


I tried to cook, like nice and slow
Man, it was torture, you know,
Gave it up; called Tony’s
“Pizza To Go “.

Problems getting there in the miserable snow,
When would they, like, start to mow?
Took me an hour to reach
“Pizza To Go”.

Their oven was hot, like aglow.
Man, could have been from, you know, down below,
Sent by the devil to “Pizza To Go”

There was this chick, her hair in a bow.
Movin’ round the place with a real nice flow,
She worked the register at “Pizza To Go”.

I thought “She’s got a body. Could be a ho?”
Not likely though,
Sweating near the oven at “Pizza To Go.”

The baker started by kneading the dough,
Tossed the pie, made a real show,
Said “5 minutes, you’ll have your Pizza to Go”

I used a coupon, made the cost really low.
Could not get a date with the chick,
So, I went home to eat my  Pizza To Go”.

















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