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Pizza in the Park

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By Christopher BeardPublished 5 months ago • 1 min read
Pizza in the Park
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It was just by the path

The things I had were stark

My neighbour came by for a bit of a laugh

Built a fence to make my mark

Didn't have a lot

Just claimed this small plot

Kept it clean

But it was in a spot where all could be seen

Wasn't seeking fame

But made a door frame

Put a number up in case someone came

Otherwise everything looked the same

Wasn't much to do at night as it was so dark

This was the situation of living

Nobody was giving

I got hungry so called the delivery

At least some relief from misery

The driver showed up

At first he couldn't find the place

Said it wasn't lit

Told him the address was legit

The bench was the place where I did sit

He stepped over the line

I told him this is the place where I dine

That he would need to press the bell and make it chime

So that I knew it was fine

Then I would answer the door on time

He said it was dark

All you could hear was a dog bark

I thanked him and paid for my part

Just enjoying my pizza in the park

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    Written by Christopher Beard