Donatello held the pizza in hand,
Wondering for a moment or two,
Then he turned to April and said in disgust,
This is pepperoni boo-hoo.
April was hunched away from him,
And responded in very low tone,
It is marshmallow as you asked for,
It is what I ordered over the phone.
Donatello grimmaced and cursed,
Cant you see this aint it?
He approached her and said with force,
You’re a fool without remit.
Suddenly April turned on him,
Baring real eyes like a ghoul,
Maybe I am what you say Donatello,
Maybe Im April the fool!