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Everyone loves a good haiku. At least, that's what I gather. I myself
had chicken pox the week haikus were discussed in third grade. I also
missed some sort of demonstration involving a robot playing chess, my
classmates claimed. But that is neither here nor there. In an effort to
enlighten those of us who are condemned to the paradigm pushed on us by
western culture that poetry should rhyme, Pizza Bob's resident wacky
guy Greg has prepared some
haikus. And he promises more. If we're lucky. More Chipati Sauce Fifty cents for great salad Four ounces of joy Five bucks on Monday For probably two meals You are my "Favorite" The best shakes in town I screamed "Pizza Bob" in bed now I'm fat, and alone An L.S. Delight On whole wheat bread, no mushrooms - A Normal order |
