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I dreamed of fat’nin pizza
As I warmed up for the game
Thought bout the pizza feast-a
More than baseball winning fame
Mom says pizzas are beast-as
Oily puddles pool their tops
But lets me eat it at least-a
At parties, games, and hops
I hurried to wash my hands
Rinse away red muddy sand
A line at the big boys’ latrine
Made me wait - Oh!
I could have screamed
Still I stood there patiently
Smells of pizza taunting me
Slices of pepperoni
Clouded my head constantly
Then custodian placed a sign
In the doorway— I read it fine
Out of order — rest of today
The words inflamed me— I must say
The itty-bitty tiny clot
Causing spillage and bathroom’s mob
Might as well have been a blob
I was so mad my face was hot
I speeded to the other side
Of the ballpark so big and wide Got there a short line of just three
Boys
waited up ahead of me
I washed my hands
I dried them too
Then back across
The lawn I flew
At the table
Before I knew
I stood before
Four boxes— “Phew!” Read more here>>>
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