Ode to Humpeys

Nary a slice in town
on the Manor’s strip,
olde Humpys is put-down,
I’ll have to jump ship.

Voyage to another venue
where LGBTQ is rare,
just to see a menu,
like Humpys to compare.

Now, my pepperoni is bereft
and my mozzarella dry.
I miss that slice so heft
that I would devour on the fly.

Don’t ask; cupcakes
chocolate/vanilla/peanut butter,
my mouth slakes;
No More, I stutter.

My future is a blah
when Humpys went away,
I’ll probably get agida
at my next pizza soiree.

Ave atque vale.

©TP/MMXVI