Waffles

Its a poem about how much I love waffles and what they do to some people!

They yummy syrup,
and butter,
and peanut butter,
that goes on the
delicious golden soft
waffles
oh so good!

In the morning
when I wake
I love to have
them
but later on
my joy turns
as I feel
my stomach turn
and it starting
to move.

The whole night
I make music
from my waffles
but in the morning
I'm going to have them again.