In my hotel with a pager,
A permit to taste thirty flavours;
In just a short while
We’ll all dine in fine style,
Obes’ty the only great danger.
We’re looking for something that’s tasty,
And more than just simple pastry,
Biscuit crumbly as hell
And some cream cheese as well,
Why not some cheesecake in Macy’s?
An abundance of flavours to debate then,
Banana, lime, peanuts, can we wait, when
The pager blinks red,
We’re now worrying instead,
How those in our seats can vacate them.