Oh, Pizza, Oh, Pizza
I love you so much.
Oh, how I hate,
When they only leave your crust.
You fill me with
Happiness and joy, not despair.
You're the only one
Who isn't aware.
I love opening the box,
And seeing you there.
Though I hope you're
Not in your underwear.
My only regret,
Is not giving
You the time to
Say your final goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories From a Camera
Short StoryA collection of random short stories. Some of the stories are related to my other stories (The Monster Hero and Nature's Sign). Not all of them are stories, some are poems or other things.
