Belgian Waffles: A Love Story in Syrup and Squares

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Belgian Waffles: A Love Story in Syrup and Squares

By Theodora Filis

Oh, Belgium, land of waffles sweet,

A treat so good, you just can’t beat!

No syrup needed, hold the butter,

I eat them all—my heart a-flutter.

Breakfast? Nope! It’s an all-day feast,

On sugary squares, I’m quite the beast.

Each month, I’d travel, once or twice,

To Belgium’s streets (and gain some size).

Forget your diet, toss the scale—

Return home heavier without fail!

Food there’s divine, the weather’s gray,

A comfort binge is just the way.

A week, I’d stay—no more, thank heaven!

For moving there? I’ve pondered, even!

Saint Hubertus Gallery, oh so grand,

I strut right in, heels tapping the land.

At five foot nine, and shoe size ten,

Dress size ten—repeat again!

In shops, I feel just like a queen—

Not odd, not huge, just fit and lean!

Unlike in Greece or Cyprus small,

Where doorways shrink and women crawl,

(When in Rome, girls—duck and squeeze,

But here in Belgium, shop with ease!)

Belgian women, tall and smart,

Statuesque with style and art,

Confident, bold, and so refined—

It’s good to feel I’m one of a kind.

Brussels, dreary, clouds above,

But bubbling with the arts I love.

Best beer, best food, and brasseries—

Unpretentious charm, pure Belgian ease.

Old world magic, comfort’s hug,

So much warmth, who needs the sun?

So pack your bags—don’t think twice!

If you love life, take my advice:

Visit Belgium, eat and play,

And let your worries melt away!