Refusal to Pizza Boy

Oh, making cheesy pizza pie,
You slimy, oily, greasy guy.
You wink and smile this way at me,
But I this gesture do not see.

The pie you’re sending right to me
Is given free of price and fee.
Yet I this offer must refuse.
So now the next few lines excuse.

The flour and sauce that stain your hair,
The cheese and dough that you must wear,
The smells that linger after work,
Are far from being added perks.

Your beard is full of sausage grease
And sadly here it does not cease.
Despite the thought of glor’ous things:
Unending toppings fit for kings,

The piles of cheese and meat and dough, 
On dates with you I will not go.
For all these reasons pizza boy
Don’t call me ’till you work at Roy’s.

by Lauren Walker
11th grade, ‘Iolani School