Ode to a Frozen Waffle I found in the Freezer One Winter Morning Oh, freezer that spouts forth food, Ye storeth what I shall eat, Thus I searcheth your deepest depths, And find tasty delights among your hanging icicles. A single one catches my eye. I quickly grabbeth thee, month old waffle, And hurry inside my heavenly abode. I jostle the toaster and drop thee in, As I grabbeth the dlectable maple syrup. Ye come out a crispy yellow, steaming, Having the perfect texture. I quickly devour thee, and thou deliciousness art no more.
7th grade poetry, woot! I think I prefer odes over potty-poetry.
Because it was Winter... and it was an ode... and it was morning. Besides... only the title was said in the movie/book. "During a reading of the poem, 4 of his audience died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been 'disappointed' by the poem's reception." They never even read it. It was just mentioned. :P
