Member Rara Avis
I've written A LOT of really bad poetry, which of course, never got posted. Since Mark made the remark that everything I write is exquisite, I decided to post some of my worst. Pizza man is pretty bad, but I've got some much worse that I'm searching for on my hard drive and discs, and I will post them also. Don't feel bad if you can't make it through this poem. Just politely say, "Liz, I see what you mean" And what about YOU worst? Care to share? When I post mine, you will get some laughs.
Itís Friday at the Breagyís, that means itís pizza night!
Weíre having Irish Pizza, to everyoneís delight!
The pizza manís preparing to wave his magic wand
And make an Irish Pizza of which weíre all so fond
You say you never heard of an Irish Pizza man?
Heís got an automatic chopper and an Irish pizza pan!
The panís shaped like a shamrock, all the vegetables are green
Itís the most peculiar pizza that I have ever seen!
Itís got artichokes and lima beans, peas and green string beans
Spinach leaves and little green onions into the machine
Collard greens,asparagus, green pepper and zucchini
The chefís got more tricks up his sleeve than did the great Houdini
There are avocados, brussel sprouts and little bits of okra
I bet he got the recipe one day while watching Oprah
Iíve never in my life seen so many pizza toppings
But look, heís still going to town, he simply isnít stopping!
Heís grabbing more vegetables and just continues chopping
Pausing only now and then to do a little mopping!
When itís finally done he brings the Shamrock pizza to the table
The pizza was so great we ate as much as we were able
If you want Irish pizza but have never been invited
Iíve got clout, Iíll make sure your invitationís expedited!