He combined cheese and sauce,
Crust yummy and hot,
Then Pete held a contest
To name his new pizza spot:

The Mush Room? Too moldy.
Aunt Chovee’s? Too lame.
Pepper Ronnie’s? Sir Serge’s?
Pete sent’em all down the drain.

O’Nion’s? Too tavern.
On Ions? Too charged.
Black Olives? Green Olives? Blue Olives?
Too “martini bar.”

Frustrated, Pete sighed.
And that filled his face
With all the aromas
Inside of his place.

The contest ended
The moment he exhaled
And the perfect name hit him.
So onto the wall the sign
“Pete’s Ahh” he nailed.