Them, waffling about waffles til I’m full
And they’re all snaffled deep inside my mouth
Waffling about waffles is wonderful
But snaffling waffles is even more brill
Some are in my tum, some are yet to come
Out of the pack, and it will be a thrill
When they go from the pack into my tum
Then they’ll be liquidised, become like scum
A sticky liquid ready to pass out
Of my stomach walls to veins where blood will
Transport the sugar around leg and arm
Heading northwards and later heading south
I’m waffling about waffles- what a fool 😝
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