Ode to Cheesecake Factory

After my last visit to Cheesecake Factory, I found it difficult to write a normal blog post about our experience. Therefore, I decided to express myself in a different way. Please enjoy this Ode to Cheesecake Factory.

Ode Defined: A lyric poem of some length, usually of a serious or meditative nature and having an elevated style.

The palace sits up on a hill
You walk up excited about a thrill
As you pass through the gates
You're stopped and told, "There's a wait!"
"How long?" you say
She hands you a pager and shouts, "Two days"
Turn, and push back through the masses
You need to sit and rest your (asses)
The wait begins and you think
"All this just for some cheesecake?"
Your wife turns and says, "It's fine"
But you know better, this place isn't worth a dime
The girls up front who sit on their thrown
Control your destiny and won't throw you a bone
Tick, tick, tick the time slips by
Now famish sets in and you almost die
Doom seems near, it's been three days
Your baby's crying, your wife's in a daze
It's unbearable, you've reached your max
You walk to the thrown with an axe
"How much longer!" you demand
She smiles and reaches out a hand...
I'll take your pager sir, we have a table ready
Relieved you go back, feeling steady
They walk you slowly to your seat
You sit down abruptly, "I want to eat!"
Eventually the server greets you
Dressed like an angel in white from head to floor
"Welcome to Cheesecake Factory,
have you been here before?