PIZZA, MEATBALLS & BREAD

Pizza, Meatballs & Bread
Copywrite Ricky Nicewonder 2008
Use only with permission



IN A QUIET CORNER OF THE PIZZARIA,
SAID RICARDO TO MARIA,
SIPPING WINE,
"OH YES, I PROMISE TO BE TRUE TO YOU MARIA".
BUT THE SCOUNDREL, HAD JUST ONE THING,
ON HIS MIND.

GAINING MADNESS, FROM THE WINDOW, WAS THE MRS
WITH THAT LOOK OF RAGING FIRE,
IN HER EYES.
WELL SHE STORMED INSIDE
AS THEY WERE SHARNG KISSES
& BEAT HIM GOOD
WITH ALL THE PEPPERONI PIES.

POOR RICARDO, STARTED RUNNIN'
PIZZA FLYIN ALL AROUND,
ALL THE WHILE THE MRS. SHOUTING,
HEY RICARDO, I'M GOING TO SHOOT YOU DOWN.

NOW HIS MAMA, GIOVANNA, COULD HAVE WARNED HIM
WHILE SHE COOKED HER FAMOUS MEATBALLS
BY THE POUND.
FOR THE MRS, TAKEN AIM, WAS WAITING FOR HIM,
& BEAT HIS HIDE WITH ALL THE MEATBALLS,
MAMA GROUND

POOR RICARDO KEPT ON RUNNIN'
MEATBALLS FLYIN' THROUGH THE AIR
ALL THE WHILE THE MRS. SHOUTIN'
HEY RICARDO, YOU'DE BETTER SAY A PRAYER.

STOOD THE MRS, IN THE KITCHEN, OF UNCLE HUGO
KNOWN TO FILL HIS BELLY UP
WITH BREAD & JAM.
SURE ENOUGH, HE SHOWED UP HUNGRY,
WOUDN'T YOU KNOW,
SHE BEAT HIM GOOD WITH ALL THE BREAD,
THAT HUGO HAD.

OUT OF BREATH, & TIRED OF RUNNIN'
HE SLIPPED INTO AN ALLEY WAY.
A BACK DOOR OPENED, ALLTHE SUDDEN,
THE MRS. HAD HIM CORNERED ON THAT DAY.

ON HER FACE, HIS LOVING WIFE,
NOW WORE A SNICKER.
AS SHE RAISED A LOADED SHOT GUN,
TO HIS HEAD.
& WHILE SHE SLOWELY WAS PULLING,
ON THE TRIGGER,
HE WOKE UP, FROM THAT MIGHTMERE,
ON HIS BEAD.

BUT HE WAS COVERED IN
PIZZA, MEATBALLS & BREAD

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