Shrimp

As I stepped inside the building A simple smell left me content I spoke my wishes to a lady And away with her I sent I could hear a gentle sizzling My stomach growled and arms went limp A buttery garlic smelled appeared And so I saw the Endless Shrimp There were only five choices But five choices are all I need From the sweet and spicy wood grilled To the linguini I shall feed On to the second platter I shall become a blimp For there are no limits To the Endless Shrimp How do you think they do it? What makes it so good? By the time I had my third fill I began to feel some pain My stomach stretched just like a balloon And so here ends the reign Over fifty of them consumed And to the car I’d limp And never would I forget Tonight’s Endless Shrimp