Riley the Waffle

Riley the Waffle was always warm
he found himself often in a cutlery swarm
he called on the butter to come to his aid
but the butter would seldom escape from the shade

finding socks that would fit was an infinite task
as Riley dashed through the store with a shiny green mask
the clerks all decided it was useless to fight it
so they joined in and all hit the flask

with ice cubes for armor, he lept out of the freezer
while in flight he encountered a miserly geezer
they exchanged quick "hello"s and then struck a pose
as the armor soaked poor riley's clothes

Armor now puddled beneath Riley's feet
he fashioned a bat with some leftover meat
just as he held the bat at full poise
dear Riley was startled by a frightening noise

he looked left, he looked right & gripped his bat tight
when the fork sauntered in with his chili night light
the peppery glow was a soothing distraction
but riley knew he should soon be prepared for duel action

the fork carried on at a moderate pace
so Riley decided not to douse him with raspberry glaze
attention called back to the task at hand,
Riley began his inspection of a disturbance so grand

suddenly Riley realized what had caused the commotion
the spray cream had been punctured
and caused a whipped, dripping explosion!
Riley set down his bat, gave the strawdog a pat
and licked it up in a circular motion.


This was the first real collaborative effort with Quinn. It was her idea. She told me that I should bring some drawing material to illustrate a poem she was going to write. I had no idea it was going to be about a waffle named Riley, I don't think she did either. Spontaneous creative collaborations rule!