Aromas waft from churros, Crêpes Suzette,
Desserts in stacks that scrape the very sky!
A stranger here's a friend you haven't met,
Conversing sweetly, fueled by cake and pie!

I seldom visit. Reticently shy,
My nature shrinks, this massive luncheonette
Alive in ways that simply petrify,
Aromas wafting: churros, Crêpes Suzette.

They draw me forward, tempting me. And yet?
I lurk, convinced I'll knock the plates awry.
My hungry eyes consume the parapet, 
Desserts in stacks that scrape the very sky!

But still, I creep in shadows, always try
To disappear from any slight coquette
Or jolly don. The motto won't apply—
"A stranger here's a friend you haven't met."—

When meeting [i]me[/i]. You really wanna bet
They wouldn't sneer? They know they must deny 
The total bore a place or soon regret
Conversing sweetly, fueled by cake and pie!

Perhaps I'm overthinking. I'm a guy
The same as any. Who'd become upset
If, cleaned and pressed, deloused with zippered fly,
I stumbled, shattered— No. It's best I let
Aromas waft...