This polar vortex thing again
We order two large pizzas
It's summer in Kansas
But the wind is cool and strong
My daughter eats three slices
One for each of her years
The hops in my beer taste like pine
I lean back in my chair and smile
We all over eat
A pizza feast for three
Then carry the rest home in boxes
To eat cold on Saturday morning
End.
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