Ode To The Homemade Waffle

Ode To The Homemade Waffle
A pseudo-parody of Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Grey
Dedicated to Dr. Jeff Smith
24Oct03

Chorus
O! Homemade waffle, where have you gone,
Replaced by those on the shelves of the store?
O! Homemade waffle, why look you forlorn?
O! Homemade waffle, we see you no more.

Verse 1
I long to savor thy sweet taste on my lips,
And the crunch of a waffle so freshly made.
With it, I would take of the syrup some sips,
Pure Maple Syrup, which also to rest has been laid.

O! To thee, the homemade waffle,
This rhyme is for you, O! Hear and learn!
We want you back, this message so “paffle,”
We want you back, ‘tis for you that we yearn.

Chorus
O! Homemade waffle, where have you gone,
Replaced by those on the shelves of the store?
O! Homemade waffle, why look you forlorn?
O! Homemade waffle, we see you no more.

Verse 2
The blemishes that might be on a waffle homemade,
Mean so much to the eater, when made with a mother’s touch,
The store-bought ones, in perfect circles and squares are made,
With ne’er a blemish –that doesn’t mean as much-

No longer does Mother bake freshly our waffles,
No longer we see her bake them with care,
Now, all we see, are the toaster-made waffles,
The waffle iron replaced by a toaster on the shelf, that sacred lair.

Chorus
O! Homemade waffle, where have you gone,
Replaced by those on the shelves of the store?
O! Homemade waffle, why look you forlorn?
O! Homemade waffle, we see you no more.

Verse 3
For thee, no more, the blazing skillet shall burn,
Or busy mother flip her morning care,
No children run to lisp their waffle’s return,
Or climb to the table, the envied food to share.

Oft did the waffle to the syrup yield,
The fork oft the stubborn waffle broke,
How jocund did it go into the mouth,
How bowed the kids beneath its scrumptious taste.

For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored homemade waffle,
Dost in these lines, their tasteful tale relate,
If chance by hungry contemplation led,
Some kindred spirit may inquire thy waffle’s fate.

Chorus
O! Homemade waffle, where have you gone,
Replaced by those on the shelves of the store?
O! Homemade waffle, why look you forlorn?
O! Homemade waffle, we see you no more.

Verse 4
(The Epitaph)
Here rests the waffle upon the lap of counter,
A waffle to fortune and to fame unknown,
Granny Smith frowned not upon his noble birth,
And my sister marked him for her own.

Large was his size, and his taste, so sweet,
Mother did a recompense as largely send,
He gave to the skillet all he had, the empty holes,
He gained from Mother, twas all he wished,
A ten-year old to eat him.

Chorus
O! Homemade waffle, where have you gone,
Replaced by those on the shelves of the store?
O! Homemade waffle, why look you forlorn?
O! Homemade waffle, we see you no more.

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