Eatza Pizza Buffet Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Everyday places, filled with strange faces, all
enjoying dinner at Eatza Pizza Buffet.

Children's faces alight with joy and elation,
hoping to win enough tickets to buy something
nice at the little kiddie's store in back.

Bouncing and running throughout the place,
sitting for seconds at a time - just long enough
to swallow a few bites of pizza.

Off again to the rear, where lights are flashing
and blinking on arcade games, thoughts of winning
in each child's head.