A DRAMATIC ADAPTATION OF THE WAFFLE HOUSE MENU

I felt scattered

Smothered

Covered

Diced, Peppered, Capped, and Topped as well.

I was a T-Bone sinking

in a bowl of Grits,

A biscuit with no gravy.

I cried a bit.

But I still hear the song

Beneath my wrinkled lamination

and sing along with the jukebox

I cried as I was singing.

Just come on in

We got eggs

24 hours a day

Just come on in

You'll see

At the Waffle House you're always home

Always home