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Pex

I’ve seen so much, I’m very blessed
Tried London’s food from east to west
Asian, British, all the best
But nothing beats pizza express.

My family wears it like a crest
Our love of ‘Pex’ will never rest.
We’ve held it closely to our chest
Before and since we flew the nest.

How, you ask, is it the best?
Why does it win against the rest?
I’ll count the ways I can attest,
Once my wine is poured and salad dressed.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re not obsessed
In other food we do invest.
But when you put it to the test,
Nothing beats our pizza express.

And if I ever feel distressed,
No place on earth can quite contest.
You’ll never find it on your quest
A place that beats pizza express.

The bill

You can each help yourself to the dumplings
The katsu’s for all, so feel free.
The black cod’s for Joy,
You can hand her the soy,
But save some sashimi for me.

We’ve ordered a mix of tempura,
The extra tofu’s on its way.
The chicken’s for Tim,
He wants Sum of that Dim.
Keep all the dips – they’re here to stay.

We’re not sure who ordered the noodles,
I doubt that we’ll need all this rice.
We’ve worked out it’s Murray,
Who ordered the curry,
Which looks like a stew but tastes nice.

Does anyone here want a coffee?
And who wants some more of this wine?
Thank god we have Jill,
Who’s dissected the bill,
Because I said the sashimi was mine.