Pizza Ranch

Whoops! the poem I originally posted had already been posted last year.    I took it down again, but you can find it under 2011 > July > "Those Were the Days".  Here's one you haven't seen before:

I like the atmosphere
Of the Pizza Ranch
It’s a down-home restaurant
With ten-year-old country
Piped in on the stereo
 
And because they’re only found
In my home state,
As soon as I stop at one,
I feel like I’m home again
Even when I’m still six hours away
 
The food doesn’t hurt, either
Fried chicken so good
Even my mom’s bought it
And the best pizza and cheese sticks
You ever ate in your life
 
Yessiree, bob
I like the Pizza Ranch