Grumblings stomachs, time for a snack
As we rummage through the ice box
Unaware that our parents are real quacks
Looking for some pizza amongst the stock
There they are, grab us three
I’ll run and get the oven ready
Hurry up we’re hungry
Man these sure are quite heavy
Thirty minutes at high heat
Now they start to smell funny
Everyone take their seats
They’re greasy and a bit runny
Cutting slices in the pie
We start noticing some oddities
Like bits of hair, skin, even eyes
And other nameless atrocities
Arms, legs, hands and feet
The pizza is littered with debris
From that ‘other white meat’
Mom! My pizza’s staring at me!
Author notes
http://www.usatoday.com/news/world/2008-05-05-germany-babies_N.htm
I guess I'm glad they noticed what they grabbed out of the freezer...enjoy.
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joleen
wowzer. that wuz super scary. i know some good mental hostpitals. i will sure hook you up. Who would right something like that......... yikes... -
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THIS IS COOL. MY FRIEND BRETT JUST READ IT AND HE WAS LIKE ALRIGHT THAT IS WIERD, LOL. I REMEMBER WHEN ALL OF THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. -
Funny Finalist!
This definitely puts a new spin on the Dead Baby joke genre! I think you did quite well with this less than appetizing topic. Gruesome but funny - let's hear it for The Olpe Pizza Parlor.
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u must of been hungery wen you wrote this poem but its a good write and weird name
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