Cutting the Pizza

Our final night in Montreal,

To take a break from fries,

We saw a nice Italian place

We thought we’d patronize.

 

We ordered salad, beer and wine

And, perfect for our sharing,

An interesting pizza

Which they took their time preparing.

 

When it came out, we were surprised

For, though it looked enticing,

It was a perfect circle

Which no one had started slicing.

 

The waitress then provided

Not a slicer like we know,

But a special sharpened scissor

Which went smoothly through the dough.

 

The pizza was delicious,

Cooked to absolute perfection,

Which we happily devoured

As we snipped each brand-new section.

 

A tiramisu finished off

A most amazing meal,

With our unexpected scissor-slices

Part of the appeal.