Pancake! Pancake! burning brown
On the stovetops of the town
What insouciant, grubby beast
Framed you for his breakfast feast?
In what kitchen, in what clutter
Pours the syrup and melted butter?
What the plate the stack requires?
Down what throat the stack retires?
Served with bacon, slightly crispy,
Toast and two eggs, over easy
Does the coffee brewing strong
Complement your breakfast song?
When the millers ground their flour
Rolling, crushing, hour by hour,
Pray what poet, of you spake?
William Dale or William Blake?
Poet, poet, burn with shame
Adulation is your game
And I did my weakness show,
When I put my name to know
so am I just full of myself?
Comments
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LOL this is definatley out of left field for me, not sure what I was expecting lol... well done on a creative and unique write
Karen
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