Yet Another Waffle poem. . .

Yet another morning i wake up to find

The thought of crunchy yet soft Waffles stuck in my mind

I get out of bed and run down the stairs

A toaster, a table, a plate ,and a chair

i open the freezer with a look of delight

and. . . there are no f****** waffles!!??

your f******* kidding me!

-_-

anyway, I open the freezer with a look of delight

saddened by this new Waffle-less sight

i-

you know i just cant do it

without my f****** waffles i cant even rhyme anymore

im gonna go buy some

then maybe i can continue

15 thoughts on “Yet Another Waffle poem. . .”

  1. i’m freaking sick of waffles, my mom found a sale or something and came home with like 80 packs of em

  2. sano said: “i’m freaking sick of waffles, my mom found a sale or something and came home with like 80 packs of em”

    sooo lucky

  3. The Ninja introduces himself with a loud, “WAFFLES ARE SO YUMMY THE NINJA WOULD ASSASSINATE THE CEO OF IHOP FOR A PLATE!”

    The Ninja takes his leave.

    ~The Ninja

  4. I love waffles, especially when warm, a quarter covered in honey syrup, a quarter covered in butter, and half covered in vanilla ice cream, mmm, oh, i almost forgot, with a big cup of root beer to finish it up!

  5. nice nice O_O really nice O_O
    waffles with chocolate always inspire me.
    what kind inspires you ? :]

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