An ode to the last slice of pizza

Written in great sorrow by Gildron, the bard with a yard.

Oh Pizza slice, Oh pizza slice
So delicious and so fine,
as you sit in your box alone
wishing you were still all mine.

Oh pizza slice, Last pizza slice
I bought you with a phone call.
The moped man to far too long,
Since his bike had- sorta stalled.

Oh pizza slice, Cold pizza slice
while you made me oh so glad
I see this meal come to an end,
and I can't help but feel sad.

For as I look in discomfort
I do wish I had not shared
Cause my friends all ate far to much
and not even crusts were spared

Oh pizza slice, sad pizza slice,
What shall I eat tomorrow?
Tonight I'll dream of stale flavors
But wake up to empty sorrow.

Oh pizza slice, my pizza slice
When will I see you again?
I cannot order any more
Until next week's end.

I wish I had saved you
had I eaten a bit less
I wouldn't wet your tasty crust
sobbing, for your whole caress.