A Case of Mistaken Identity
My heart and tummy practically flipped
when in the fridge I spied
a container of waffles yet to be cooked
awaiting to be deep fried.
My mouth started to water
my anticipation could be seen
the waffle iron's light changed
from crimson red to mint green
from crimson red to mint green
I ladled the batter onto the iron
having sprayed liberally with oil
but the smell that came forth, although compelling
led me to think it hath spoilt!
Some may say it's a fact; some agree it is true
that I'm a really great baker
but cheesy polenta, albeit yummy,
does not reheat well in my waffle maker.
A poem by Kay Smith
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