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I answered the doorbell with no time to waste
Nearly tripped on the box in my hunger-dazed haste
The contents felt cold so I microwaved it quick
But when I opened the door, the smell made me sick
The bell rang again, I answered once more
My pizza was delivered, much like before
I went to the kitchen, not daring to look
And found a scorched infant, blistered and cooked
My meal was cold, my stomach in turmoil
My thoughts now turned to the baby I'd boiled
Out of the oven, it lay sore and red
Couldn't bare the sight, so I dug in and fed