Pancakes
Pancakes
It’s come to be traditional
for pancakes on a Sunday
We wake up late
Anticipate
A tasty start to Funday
Mum gets up, bleary-eyed,
thinks that she can hack it
But shaky hands
Drop the pans
What a blooming racket!
Rolls up sleeves, makes a start,
now she’s wide awake
Flour and water
That’s what orta
Make a perfect cake
A toss or two, she’s flying now,
this girl is really able
The pile ascends
As we all wend
Our way towards the table
Some sugar, lemon sprinkled on,
no time to think of Diets
Maybe eight
On my plate
Just can’t wait to try it
Maple syrup drizzled on
adds the perfect flavour
I’m on my way
To face the day
Bolder and more braver.
HEY, HEY…..,…PANCAKES !
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