a poem about waffles

Waffles are magic, sweet if you will

smooth like a fresh cut green grassy hill

all covered in syrup, golden and brown

you may as well give them a robe and a crown


For waffles are better, then pancakes or toast

Yes waffles are the ones i like most

cooked to perfection, until they're tan

they taste so much better than  other food can



The End

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