She smiles at customers while making rounds in this busy town.
Pizza comes out of the oven.
Hot.
Fresh.
Cheesy.
Taste buds are in heaven.
Children smile with splendid delight when the pizza delivery gal is in sight.
But
Itβs not all smiles.
She can go for miles with no gratitude because of an *******βs attitude.
Sometimes she gets tipped.
Other times, she gets gypped.
However, when she tells stories of tips and smiles from pizza glory,
I remember,
This is the life of pizza delivery
Sometimes it *****
But There's hope within the misery.
This is literally the cheesiest poem I've written. And probably the cheesiest one you've read. It was inspired after hearing many stories from my ex about delivering pizza to various different customers... customers ranging from horrid to wonderful.