COMEDY Poem: The Whimsical Waffle Iron, by Nicole Sorensen

In a land where the jiggly jellies jive,
Lived a waffle iron named Wobbletop Five,
With buttons that blinked like fireflies in flight,
And a belly that giggled from morning till night.

“Oh, flapdoodle flippers!” it cheerfully cried,
“I’ll crisp up the clouds, let the syrup slide wide!
With a sprinkle of stardust and a dollop of glee,
I’ll waffle the world into breakfast jubilee!”

It spat out some giggles—now three and a half,
While pancakes danced round in a polka-dotted staff.
With a sizzle and pop, it created a cheer,
As waffles took flight, flapping wings made of beer!

There was Squiggle, the sprout, with a hat made of cheese,
And Drizzle, the syrup, who flowed with such ease,
They formed a parade on the countertop’s race,
With the Wobbletop whirring, a grin on its face.

“Oh, who will they tickle, those jubilee treats?
Will it flutter and flap in the world’s sugary beats?
I’ll toast all the giggles and glimmer the dawn,
In a whirl of bazoodles, I’ll carry them on!”

But then came a whisper, “Oh dear! What’s the fuss?”
As a noodle-nosed gopher hissed, “Join us! Join us!
We’ll frolic through fields of frosted delight,
With your waffle-shaped wishes that twinkle at night!”

So Wobbletop spun on its swivelly toes,
Churning bubbles of laughter that sparkled and glows,
With a plop and a skip, the festivities roared,
In a conga line bobble, where sweetness adored.

In the land of the jiggly jellies, so bright,
The waffle iron danced ‘neath the shimmering light,
For life’s a grand waffle, with flavors so spry,
And each silly moment, a reason to fly

So if you find Wobbletop Five in a dream,
With its nonsensical giggles and bubbly esteem,
Join the chorus of pancakes, the parades of delight,
For in the world of waffle iron whims, all is right!