Stroopwafels and halfvolle melk

11.50 pm and all I have is
A packet of stroopwafels
And some cartons of halfvolle melk
I also have a mountain of assignments
There are things that I understand
But far too difficult to comprehend
There is a nip in the air
And the thunder clouds
Make their presence felt
Loud, raucous sounds
Emanate from the floor above
And I am left with stroop wafels
And a carton of halfvolle melk
Though there is a certain magic
In the layers of sugar that bind
The wafels together
I feel fooled and left with
Nothing but a story and an anecdote
Fodder for a blogpost or a poem

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