He knew seeing day shift boxes,
Of pizza going home for little foxes…
Second shift just might
Not get any tonight,
like at the nursing home–big pizza losses!
Pizza on Labor Day free,
My boss had invited me…
It was once declared
That with Security they shared,
But none was left over that I could see!
Will someone deliver more,
No guarantees that ‘s in store…
‘Suppose I could have asked
But it was obviously their task
To deny the rest of us our treats for sure?
In the nursing home, they’d buy the staff,
A big order Saturday morning, meant to last…
Ostensively all day
But some would run away,
With PILES of pizzas–later shifts were shafted!
I could have asked for leftovers leaving,
Several friends gladly would’ve been relieving…
Me of my distress
Of seeing it’s egress,
I didn’t know–and therefor I was grieving!