Pizza in the Afternoon
Pizza in the Afternoon
Creating a stir as you
stroll into our
favorite pizza place,
all heads turn to see
the Princess of the Plaza
parade pass,
as the pizza man
in the big, white hat
throws the dough
high into the air,
whirling it around,
stretching it wide
with his fat fingers.
He places it down
on the metal tray,
smiling knowing
his royal customer
is enjoying the aromas
and will order a slice
with an orange soda,
then sit at one
of the square tables
with the red and white
checkered tablecloths
to look around,
asking questions
about everyone and
saying hello to all
who are sharing this
eating experience
with you on this gala
of an late afternoon.
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