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
It’s not all smiles.
She can go for miles
with no gratitude
because of an
*******’s 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.
