A Poem About A Pizza Delivery Hehe

Knock knock on the door.
Is it who I am waiting for?

Is it you with the thing I think it is?
Or is it someone else, I hate this.

Slowly walking to the door.
Don't know but I want to open it that's for sure.

There it is, I can't see it but I know it's there.
I want it for now, I don't care.

So I took it and walked in.
Hungrier than I have ever been.

I open the box and it was round and hot.
There is my pizza, I like it a lot.