Blue Pizza
Two friends and I,
we met next door.
Each week his
parents would retreat.
We’d watch TV and
cook and eat.
One time, we did a
little more.
We got food dye Mom
had in store,
And put it in the
pizza dough.
Blue pizza’s quite
the thing, you know.
We left some pizza for
his folks.
They often laughed
at his dumb jokes.
They shrieked, we
smiled and watched our show.
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