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.