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.