trickling down cheeks the beads of sweat gather on chins jaw lines glisten chalk on asphalt contenders equidistant, soon to be unison two of them racing each reach for the first to get to the line a place for few of them bronze rusts, and silver runs but nothing like us off that starting gun all at a chance to watch the refs wave the flags and decide a winner go for gold outside the champion's circle are shoulders cold if you don't give it all you're no pro you're an amateur a beginner, 1st in show
She smiles at customers while making rounds in this busy town.
Pizza comes out of the oven.
Taste buds are in heaven.
Children smile with splendid delight when the pizza delivery gal is in sight.
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,
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.
How could I ever stand the sight, Of myself unable to stand the sight of you? Moonlight, oh, how it glistens across this dew mixed sweat caressing this liquid-like glaze your devilish form shakes I'm taken aback, simply taken with you. Her beauty poetically contrasts with Sounds of silent gasps Then laughing.