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A little Pizza man
I saw a little pizza man
Little not because so small
But because noone
Seemed to notice him.
With a huge backpack
Full of hot pizzas
Riding he was on his bike
Through the snow.
His face turned towards the sky
Enjoying the snowflakes
Wheeling and wheeling
Through the morning traffic.
Feeling invisible
To the sleepy morning crowds
Smiling and merry.
And I only wondered:
Who would order pizza at 8 in the morning?
Little not because so small
But because noone
Seemed to notice him.
With a huge backpack
Full of hot pizzas
Riding he was on his bike
Through the snow.
His face turned towards the sky
Enjoying the snowflakes
Wheeling and wheeling
Through the morning traffic.
Feeling invisible
To the sleepy morning crowds
Smiling and merry.
And I only wondered:
Who would order pizza at 8 in the morning?
Published 8th May 2018
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8th May 2018 1:40pm
Great little poem. You're right, pizza delivery men don't have much status & they take their lives in their hands every time they head off down the road on their poorly maintained bikes, lol. ;-)
Anonymous
8th May 2018 5:56pm
I love the whimsical lost in the snowflakes feel about this poem. You took us on the bike with him in that landscape. I'd order a pizza at 8am from time to time if they were open around here that early :-)
...Willow
...Willow
16th May 2018 3:17pm
