To celebrate the birthday of William Wordsworth, born April 7th, 1770, I will now present you with a poem:
My heart was aching, but I knew not what for.
When, alas! I heard a small knock at the door.
Standing there smiling, was a dapper young man,
In his hands he was holding a box – colored tan.
In an instant I realized it wasn’t my heart,
An indeed needed organ, just different the part.
That bodily ache was my stomach of course,
So hungry was I, that I could eat a big horse.
But the box was not filled with a horse, goodness no.
It was a piping hot pizza on heavenly dough.
The gentleman gave me this box of good smell,
As I took it in inside, I could certainly tell
That my dining this evening would be turning out well.
Grilled Chicken and Garlic, Red Onions and Cheese,
Sun Dried Tomatoes – certain to please.
Basil & Pesto – the sauce is so nice.
The time has now come, for a luxurious slice.
If Wordsworth could have, just one Birthday wish,
It would be Jim’s Garlic Chicken -a pizza delish!
Today, celebrate the birthday of a real poet and order the April Pizza of the Month. Poetry optional.
Ciao for now!