This is My Waffle

There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My waffle is my best friend. It is my life. I must devour it as I must devour my life.

My waffle, without me, is useless. Without my waffle, I am useless. I must bite into my waffle true. I must bite deeper than my enemy who is trying to steal my waffle. I must eat my waffle before he grabs it. I will …

My waffle and myself know that what counts in this breakfast is not the food we cook, the noise of its sizzle, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the taste that counts. We will eat well.

My waffle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn from it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its squares and its roundness. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my waffle buttered and ready. We will become part of each other. We will ….

Before Illuvatar I swear this creed. My waffle and myself are the defenders of good taste. We are the masters of the morning. We are the saviors of breakfast.

So be it, until victory is America’s and there is no hunger, but a full belly!