A la Cartload
All-you-can-eat is the cruellest of buffets,
While desp’tately trying to try one-of-each,
Until we are bloated with penny-pinched stuffing
For money’s-worth dining that’s still out-of-reach.
They all end in failure, and then in self-loathing,
A plate beyond appetite, starting to cloy –
Tight in our budget and tight in our clothing,
We go back for thirds that we never enjoy.
Rhyming Couplets 