Oh My Pizza!
What a wonderful day,
just another day in May.
The weather is nice,
but I ran out of rice.
What else can I eat?
I went to the kitchen to take a seat,
staring at the painting of Mona Lisa,
I thought of having pizza.
I decided to order a takeout,
but there’s nothing in my bank account.
Oh my pizza!
I cannot have a piece of
you, I’m sad.
And I am going to be mad,
unless I get my Pizza Hut gift card.
I give you my best regard.
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