waffle toes

waffle toes
i knows the words baffle me
it's absurd to think i would right prose
about waffle toes
i jest i protest but the view is totally on cue
on how it started to be
i begins with me
wanting to eat not my feet but something warm and soft
that had some loft loftiness about it the way that my mind could surround it
as i lay in wait for in my haste to make
i substituted Swiss Miss cocoa even though it will make me loco
for i am allergic to it along with the milk which will make me hoot and toot
but as i said i was in the mood for something warm with an egg
and well now one is laid and i will walk and talk and nibble and quibble while i dribble and scribble