Nita

Meet Nita

The margarita eater

Greet her

With a stuffed crust

It’s just a must

So she’ll show you all the while

Her pepperoni smile

She’s never very far

From a garlic marinara

She will always know

If you kneed the dough

Her arms she’ll wrap you in

Like you’re her one and only

To warm you from within

Like freshly baked calzone

Her face is like the Mona Lisa

If she is devoid of pizza

Her face is bloody murder

If a bloody pizza burglar

Is stealing all her cheese

Then you will hear her scream

And you will hear her plead

“I need my melted meal!”

One day we will reveal

The mysteries of the thief

That ruined Nita’s feast…