There is a black hole where all the pepperoni goes...
It can be found on a Sunday afternoon
Me tucking my buttocks under and my belly in,
adjusting my dough and package; while she
shifts her censored saucy desires
with great anticipation in the seat of a red swivel chair...
I make sure to fence the dogs and a bottle of wine
before the pizza delivery man shows
with the important goods
so that we can both lay back
and eat a slice of each other's favorite pie...
2008 © TS
Ted Sheridan
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