Poem: Tom's Dinner

Tom is sitting in the corner, and he's waiting for his dinner. There's been confusion with the order, the kitchen's out of garlic.

So they bring the pizza over, it is only cheese and bacon, and it's only half as good as the two he had last week.

And though he wants to complain, the train won't wait forever and he's eaten every last crumb, so there's nothi…