Chicken And Waffles Poem by Rodney Dufault

Sometimes the world we're livin' in is just sickenin' and awful,
but still I'm not givin' in. I'll remain vigilant and watchful.
Visitin' on our children sin, just to be did again's a debacle.
I will not be a participant. My son's a magnificent marvel.
You could say he's the equivalent of an innocent larval,
though he wants to be an instrument deliverin' militant parcels.
Ask him what gun to get him and he'll say the infinite model.
Still, he's not insolent and loves his fathers unlimited consul.
His brain is already more intricate than most ever get. Awesome!
I love him down to every last filament and plasminogen I gobble.
For no matter what I'm envisionin', you look better sizzlin'. All ya'll.
So I keep my son gigglin' while turnin' you into chicken and waffles.