CALZONE
Far hungrier now have they forgot,
The order placed two hours ago.
Though in frustration I over thought,
The other mouth inside this home.
Had I known what I would spot,
Now for her sins she must atone.
To our deaths we each had fought,
"Bitch don't eat my Calzone!".
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Author:
Benson (
Offline) - Published: February 1st, 2016 06:07
- Comment from author about the poem: Pineapple on pizza isn't bad if cooked right stop being a poosi bobby
- Category: Forgiveness
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Amen
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