The Schizophrenic Clinic
Nutty as a Squirrel
"Get here quickly", the man on the phone said.
"We want the works, with the thin crust bread!"
I doffed my blue cap, and jumped into my truck,
did three wheelies, but in the traffic, I got stuck.
I got there a little late, to the clinic that had called,
then expecting no tip, and my being, black-balled.
A man dressed in white, greeted me at the door,
the cheese pizza I brought, sailed across the floor.
"Come back here with me, young man", a doctor said,
not knowing what to think, so I tried to run, instead.
A heavy set assistant, strong armed me into the room,
the straight jacket applied; I was disturbed, I assume.
I've had dissatisfied customers, accost me in the past,
but never so extreme, and then to attack quite so fast.
"What was wrong with my pizza", was all that I had to say.
An embarrassed shrink, released me, on that scary day.
As I walked back to my truck, I heard a voice to lament,
the office next door, had asked for my pizza to be sent.
I yelled from my window, as I drove by, and out of sight,
"Have a happy Halloween, and to all, a merry good night!"