Early that morning Xam rose from his lair,
His eyes still half closed, a big mess in his hair,
His nose picked up a scent hanging in the air,
And he stumbled down the stairs and slipped into his chair.
His nose all a twitch, his mouth turned to a frown,
For this thing on his plate, he could not find a noun,
A waffle, so awful, so lumpy and brown,
He struggled and fretted - how will I get this down!
He screwed up his courage, he mustered his might,
If he could turn off his tastebuds, this would be an easy fight!
Then into his mouth, he put a piece of this blight,
And as he chewed and he swallowed, he realized it was alright!
That waffle was not so awful after all...
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