It didn’t matter
What time of day
It was always on his mind
Breakfast, lunch
And dinner
Any way and any kind

He was
The pizza man
A legend at his craft
Pepperoni
Margherita
Even half and half

Perfect
Every time
Never stained his shirt
The guys
Would high-five him
The girls
Would always flirt

Seemed
They liked to drool
Over the pizza guy
The men
Simply called him
Lord of the Pies

May Writing Prompts – Lord of the Pies – Day 6/31

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