Pizza Babe

Tried to write that poem for Linda today but I couldn’t think straight. The Pizza Hut girl was so foxy I forgot my own name. She came to the door and I just locked up. Couldn’t move a muscle. When I remembered that I could move, I couldn’t figure out what to do with my arms. She didn’t seem to notice, but my hand shook the whole time I was writing the check. I Gave her a $15 tip on accident but I didn’t care.

I always had a thing for women in the food business anyway, but this babe was like a model or something. I swear it. Probably be seeing her on TV some day. You watch. She was that foxy.

I was too flustered to do anything but eat the pizza, so I didn’t do the poem for Linda. All I got was this: Love Poem For Linda (that’s the title). Do you like it?

No push-ups today. Better get some rest. Don’t want to overdo it. Tomorrow I go for 30.