Perfume fills his air,

Something wonderful there…

When she went by

He felt desire fly,

Up in full-blown despair!

For he could have none of that,

A whole pizza makes him fat…

Properly portioned

Might last him a morning,

His own dinner fell flat.

Samples he wanted to ask,

But wasn’t up to the task…

Each pizza purchased

By the employee’s own purses,

Would have been unkind to ask.

Tomorrow is PAY DAY,

When his mouth can exult in the fray…

A large one–no–

But a small may go,

Down the usual way!


–Jonathan Caswell


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