Delivery Man - Playing on Poe

Once upon a summer night, while we watched
A Mike Tyson fight,
Over many a loud and raucous cheers
from alcohol consumption-
While Tyson was sent a rocking, suddenly there
came a knocking.
As of someone violently knocking, knocking  at my
patio door.
Tis some visitor, I muttered, knocking at my
patio door-
Only this and nothing more.

Presently my hearing grew stronger; hesitating then
no longer,
Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness
I implore,
But the fact is Tyson was rocking, and so eagerly you
came knocking,
And so loudly you came knocking, knocking at my
chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you-Here I
opened wide the patio door;-
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness staring, long I stood there
kicking, swearing,
Doubting, swearing words that no mortal
had ever sworn before;
But the pizza man could not be seen, and again
Tyson began to lean,
And only one word there spoken was the unholy
word, Anchovy?
This I whispered, and echo murmured back the
unholy Anchovy?
Merely this and no pepperoni.

Be that word our sign of parting, pizza man!
I shrieked, upstarting-
Get thee back into thy Pinto and the Night's
forgotten pizzas
Leave no anchovy as a token of the lie thy
soul hath spoken!
Leave my pizza unbroken!-quit thy mocking
from my patio door!
Take no tip from out my pocket, and take thy
form away from my door
No anchovies-forever more

And the pizza man, never flitting, still is sitting, still  is
sitting
In the pricker bush of my wife, just outside
my patio door;
While he sat there, nearly reeling, I stood
ingeniously dealing,
On this mysterious summer night,  Come in!
Watch the fight.
I asked him 'any more?', as he turned, I
filched his box,  closed the door.
Quoth my friends-Pizza, forevermore.