Janice the Pizza Lover

Hungry?!

This Friday on Miss Write's blog I'm sharing a poem I knocked up at Towcester Writers this week. 

I set the group the task of pulling five random and mystery words from a bowl and writing a poem or piece of prose using all five of them. My five words were:

PIZZA                           YARIS
WEDNESDAY              PURPLE CUSHION
JANICE

Here's what materialised!

Janice the Pizza Lover

Janice was a pizza lover,
Hawaiian was her choice
She never munched while on the move,
Imagining her Yaris as a Rolls Royce.

Janice was looking for a job;
Where else could she work?!
Pizza Express made her a waitress
With responsibilities she couldn't shirk.

Janice started work on a Wednesday,
The quietest day of the week. 
She dropped no plates and spilled now wine, 
And put up with the chef's cheek.

Janice made some friends that night
In her new team of young staff.
A pizza, she was given to take home
To say "welcome and thanks for the graft."

Janice was feeling pleased with herself,
And was looking forward to another slice.
Juggling her car keys and the pizza box
She caught a delectable whiff. 

Janice's car became a kareoke booth -
She sang the whole way home
Oh disaster! She swerved to avoid a cat,
And the pizza took on a life of its own. 

Janice looked at the seat to her left.
A large red stain beamed up at her.
Her precious car no longer a sparkling Rolls -
The old banger now reeked of pizza.

Janice arrived home in quite a different mood;
Her mum knew something was up.
Story told, mum chucked her a pillow.
"Here - this purple cushion will cover it up!"

Janice still dives her little old Yaris,
And she still eats pizza, none to share.
The cushion is a bolster to bottoms -
Passengers of the Yaris, beware!

Lou x

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