The full moon climbs, the night turns cold,

A howl cuts through the shadows’ hold.

You craved a slice, you called too late,

But what arrives will seal your fate...

Glowing eyes, a jagged grin,

Fangs that gleam, a starving sin.

The doorbell chimes—your heart’s in doubt,

The pizza’s here, but death walks out.

He’s the werewolf pizza guy,

Riding ‘neath the midnight sky.

Extra cheese, a side of dread,

Do you tip, or play dead instead?

He’s the werewolf pizza guy,

Riding ‘neath the midnight sky.

Extra cheese, a side of dread,

Do you tip, or play dead instead?

The scooter growls, the stickers glare,

But doom is baked with devil’s care.

Pepperoni, basil, crust so thin—

Or is that blood? Let the feast begin...

Do I dare to taste the slice?

Will I turn ‘fore my blood runs ice?

Garlic’s weak, it won’t defend—

This is the night the hunger ends.

He’s the werewolf pizza guy,

Riding in where lost souls cry.

Extra cheese, a curse inside,

Do you run, or let fate decide?

Midnight cravings, a last regret,

A meal you’ll never forget.

So when you’re hungry, think it through—

The moon might just be craving you.