A waffle falling from the sky
Convinced a bee that it could fly.
It couldn’t, though, and you know why?
The syrup weighed it down.

The bee decided she would save
The waffle from an early grave,
So down she flew with haste and gave
A shout to raise the town.

A nearby man held up a plate
To circumvent the waffle’s fate,
But once it landed, safe, he ate
The breakfast with a smirk.

“How could you!?” cried the bee, appalled,
Then buzzed off to the clouds and bawled.
The man let out a belch and drawled,
“I guess I’m just a jerk.”

Bene scribete.