I just watched Nobuhiko Obayashi's 1977 movie House.
If you crave watching a strange blend of horror, 70s animation, and comedy that is blended oddly into an obsession with pre-teen girls a la Henry Darger and a soundtrack that is pure Monkees...this is your film.
This has nothing to do with my poem. Or maybe the pure disconnect makes it perfect?
Making waffles – toss
in some chocolate chips y’all
Make it malty – bubbly