Pizza In The Lunchroom - Poem by Chuck Audette
'Pizza in the lunchroom'
she said as she walked by
pizza in the lunchroom?
I had to go and try
and no one knew just why
there was pizza in the lunchroom
but I love free pizza pie.
Free pizza in the lunchroom -
I ate a lot, no lie
I didn't have no mo' room
and my stomach cursed my eye
And now that greasy pizza
has stained my only tie
but when there's pizza in the lunchroom
I ain't exactly shy.
Hey, who eatza all of da free pizza?
Yup, I was that guy
But, oohhh, those enticing slicings
are causing me to cry!
I hope my poem reveals
the truth behind the lie
that 'free pizza in the lunchroom'
means some Tums you'll have to buy
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