Pastry Feast

When my eyes are the size of my empty stomach 
A bakery is the last place I should go 
One of everything, please 
And afterwards this bulge will show
Where a hunger used to be 
A filling of custard 
Or chocolate 
Or cheese 
Resides for as long 
As it takes to walk fifteen miles 
And balance things out 
With an espresso rout 
Digestive battle brines crossed 
But back I will go 
The next time I know 
That I can't wait another minute to eat