Waffles are a heav'nly treat;
fresh and brown
right from the griddle,
a wafting scent,
jam in the middle.
Don't be seduced by frozen ones,
dry and tasteless
they will never do.
Make them yourself
so they won't be glue.
Heap with butter, berries, too;
syrup sweet
will add to the taste;
cinnamon, it
won't go to waste.
Tasty top is chocolate,
touch of cream,
just a small dollop,
then a cherry
upon the top.
No matter what you put on them,
as you like,
every crunchy bite
in your mouth
is pure delight
Then add a side of bacon,
or sausage,
if that's what you please.
They're ready now,
eat at your ease.
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