My wind was a torrent of darkness inside my hungry gut,
My face was a ghastly turquoise: I’d been really in a rut,
My order had been misplaced when I’d phoned an hour before,
And the pizza man came running-
The pizza man came running, up to my open door.
He had a large case under his armpit; a look of concern on his face,
I had a mouth that was drooling like a hound that just won a race,
I waited with great anticipation as I paid the man the bill,
And how I longed for that Hawaiian Pizza,
That juicy Hawaiian Pizza,
Oh no, it’s a Meat Lovers; hey, but I’ll still eat my fill!
(Author’s note: Apologies to Alfred J. Noyes for the take on his poem ‘The Highwayman’)