She pulled my leg and pointed to the open pizzarette,
“Papa, can we go?”
With just those little words, I was in her net.
A dangerous place to be,
As my wallet was already low.
Yeah, it sucks to be me,
But her smile was all it took.
For in my heart she always has a little nook.
Oh, how she nagged me for some,
She cried, “The cheesy double stack,
With peppadews just for fun,
and pieces of rib straight of the rack!
And even just a little bite of that margarita bun.”
Her speech was improving, I admitted,
Even though funds were limited,
I felt that a treat was what she needed,
Which’s why my wallets state was unheeded!
I mean how could I not say yes to that little cheerful One?

I also think that this poem is really creative because you used dialogue in it, like a story in poem form.