Heavy Breakfast

I've noticed that ALL of the chefs at the Pendelton Shari's listen to growly angst ridden heavy metal while they cook. Every one of them. If you sit at the counter, you can't help but hear it. The sound spreads, like a vapor, out of the kitchen to brood over the counter area. I'm not against heavy metal, but I don't want it as a side order with my breakfast. Heavy metal and breakfast. Hmm....

In the morning
serve it to me
I can't resist a stack of pancakes

Don't say grace
thrust the fork in deep
I can't resist the taste of pancakes

Butter and batter
they put me in a trance
Covered with syrup
I soon won't fit in my pants

A plateful of fattening sin
I stuff more of it in
my gluttony cries out from within
I'm so afraid
But I still feed my face

(With all respects to Judas Priest)