dont call me a pancake,
i am not a flap jack.
i have pockets for syrup and butter,
and i am obviously hacked.
i can be made into flavors and be savory,
or remain sweet and sugary unbearable.

But--

no matter what you want to call me,
i am a waffle, a baked piece of yum,
so give them one or two...
and dont be the fool.
because its the tool that makes it go...
straight to your lips and eventually to someones hips.

so bake me, shake up the flavor...
stack me into a cake and slice me up,
but when the steam stops...
i am full of love.