Waffle House Poem (Our House)

I walk in and sit down and extend a "watsup?"

I want to get some hash browns covered in catsup.

Our house of pancakes so tasty and sweet,

You can get rib eye steaks and other breakfast meats.

 

The waffles are divine covered in fruit topping.

The eggs are just mine, runny and heart clotting.

Coffee is hot and makes me wake up.

I sit and warm my fingers around the hot cup.

 

Check arrives now and I manage a smile.
I gulp down my Joe, and throw my trash in a pile. -TK

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