30 July 2012

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.

DimiA Poem About A Pizza Delivery Hehe • Opuss № I