Stroopwafel Poem

Behold, the Stroopwaffelsthat my husband bought for meal dente, so exquisiteat room temperaturejust the right amount ofresistance as I sink my teethinto it and taste the caramelon my tongue But then!warm atop your mugthe packaging says to meso melty and deliciousanother small pleasurein this world wheresuch small thingscan bring such immense joy