Waffle House Desire
I got a Waffle House desire. For it’s breakfast I never tire.
The coffee’s hot and strong; I can drink it all day long.
You can have your Hash browns plain; Or hit them with a train.
How you have them doesn’t matter; you can Smother, cover or scatter.
The waitress yells the order away; it all seems in disarray.
But everything arrives just fine; like dancers they work in time.
The space is small but the flavor full; breakfast 24 hours a day is cool.
They always meet me with smiles; to carry me o’re the miles.
They are like my go to place;
When breakfast is what I face.
I’ve got a Waffle House desire; for it’s cooking I never tire.
Good morning! I wrote this a while back, but open it and read it when I sit to enjoy my weekend cheat. I love me some hash browns all the way.