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PANCAKES
(Heaven must be a place where there are pancakes.)
Pancakes, pancakes, I love you.
Batter, butter, syrup, too.
Mix them up and pour them out,
use a ladle or a spout.
Pour them in a pan that’s hot,
cook them well, but not a lot.
Get them brown, don’t let them burn
Use a spatula to turn
them over when one side is brown.
Be careful and flip UP not down.
Stack them on a plate real high.
Look at them, let out a sigh.
Melt the butter, pour the maple
(don’t get any on the table!).
Get your napkin, tuck it in
(don’t get maple on your chin!)
Now your fork…get ready…GO!
Eat your pancakes, 10 in a row.
Oh my goodness, this won’t do –
I am full down to my shoes!
Let me rest for just a bit…
Okay, now 10 more will fit!
The bacon’s ready now, you say?
Life is good! I say, “HOORAY!”
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2014
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Next time you come to Denver, we need to go to Snooze. Most amazing pancakes ever! Traditional! Pineapple Upside Down! Red Velvet! Yummy!
ReplyDeleteHappy Friday, everyone!
ReplyDeleteYummy poem, makes me hungry for pancakes!
ReplyDeleteDelicious poem!
ReplyDeleteMy kind of poem. I predict pancakes for breakfast this weekend. :)
ReplyDeleteI love pancakes, too! Your poem is scrumptious!
ReplyDeleteNow I am yearning for pancakes, Mary Lee - breakfast for dinner!
ReplyDeleteYour poem was the perfect pairing for my dinner. We melted the butter and poured the maple....didn't get any on the table.
ReplyDeletePancakes and bacon! Wow! That's a special treat. My husband always makes us chocolate chip (and walnut) pancakes on Sundays. Always something to look forward too. :)
ReplyDeleteMary Lee,
ReplyDeleteThis is so much fun to read! It also really makes me want pancakes. When I fix my youngest daughter pancakes in the morning she will thank you for this poem.
I think it was this part that got me:
"Stack them on a plate real high.
Look at them, let out a sigh.
Melt the butter, pour the maple"
Cathy
Delicious, Mary Lee. I'll be dreaming of buttery, syrupy pancakes all day today.
ReplyDeleteYum. I am so hungry! Thanks for this delicious breakfast poem:>)
ReplyDeleteYum...with bacon. It doesn't get better than that!
ReplyDeleteDrat! I should have known better than to read this before breakfast. My stomach rumbles in your honor. (It's saying well done, Mary Lee-- where's mine?)
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