Up to the door and give it a ring
There having me wait for nothing
Give a call to let them know
That I'm here cause I am ready to go
Still no answer so I walk back to the car
Of course they would wait till I walked so far
About face and re-proceed to the door
14.70 is what I am here for
And 14.70 is exactly what I got
Do I get a tip, I guess not
So I waited for so so long
Just to get stiffed on a delivery
Now that's just wrong
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I would like to translate this poem
hey purple fox, think of yourself as a public servant, bringing great delight as well as nourishment to others, SOME of whom maybe really feel they can't afford a tip on top of the pizza. i mean on top of/in addition to the cost of the food. i KNOW the pizza shop probably never puts tips on top of pizzas. i thank you for sharing this and for your comment on my poem about high school clubs. i wonder what clubs you were in. no bio? maybe i didn't look yet.