Josh and I have lamented the lack of any green or black olives on any of the frozen pizzas we’ve had. From the humble veggie to the proud and mighty supreme, nary an olive can be found, save for one pizza. And to put some feeling into our on-going search and frustration for those of the vegetable kingdom we hold near and dear, I present to you a feature rap. Start the beat box in your head…
Grown on a tree,
A friend is missin’.
How expensive are they?
The pizza makers’ dissin’
They’re round and black
A little tasty treat,
A bit on the sour,
Come back to the beat…
We’ve seen lots of pies,
Veggie and supreme,
No olives could be found,
Pizza haters’ dream.
Newman couldn’t put out,
And Kashi went to rest,
Amy’s on the prowl,
Inside a sweater vest.
The Baron’s out a flyin’
Freschetta has no clue,
The CPK’s got no game,
But DiGiornio’s the one to do…
Olives on the pizza,
Josh and I like the best,
Garlic Bread Supreme
Gives our lives some zest.
There is a global shortage,
So few are black and green,
We’ll pay 12 clams a slice
To avoid this sight unseen.
Give us more damn olives,
We clamor in one voice,
Give us more damn olives,
We’re free—we have a choice!
