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
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