Pizza Slice Alley Poem by Daryl Cecile

Pizza Slice Alley



He walks down the dark alley.
With cars around its like a rally.
One pops in and out of the hut,
With a slice freshly cut.

He sits down where it's nice.
And takes out his pizza slice.
With Rain thundering down.
He quickly checks his mound.

He eats the pizza before he goes.
He won't even scratch his nose

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