The pounding music oozes out
Like filling made of jam
The heat of bodies fills the air
As we in crepe shop cram
The sonic landslide hits the ears
The dancing people climb
The tables of the restaurant filled
In oh so short a time
Then one brave soul will order food
And thus the sea will part
Melodious though the noise may be
It sure is not high art
But louder still the people shout
As greater cheers arise
I think someone has got a crepe
As best I can surmise