Waffling

(a breakfast poem)

(photo courtesy of Hampton by Hilton website)

I was driving myself to the airport a few weeks ago, in the wee dark hours of the morning, when I drove by this same billboard on I-24 and got to thinking about how hungry I was at 5am! I composed this little ode to breakfast in my head as I drove:

WAFFLING

Crispy, fluffy

golden deliciousness.

Your cavernous squares

cupping the thick,

sweet, hot maple syrup

and salty melted butter

in tantalizing little pools

and dripping off my chin.

No waffling about it,

just ecstasy on a plate.