The Waffle Showdown

traditional waffles

The griddle hums at morning’s call,

Two rivals rise to tempt us all.

One bears butter, syrup streams,

The other brings a savory dream.

Breakfast Waffles stand with pride,

Golden squares where sweetness hides.

Jam and berries take their place,

A gentle, timeless morning grace.

But striding in with louder cheer,

Chicken & Waffles draw us near.

Crunch and syrup, spice and sweet,

A carnival of clash complete.

The judges taste, the crowd leans close,

Which waffle form will win the boast?

Yet laughter wins, not fork or knife —

For both bring joy, and that’s the life.