Pancakes Poems - Poems about Pancakes

Pancakes are so delicious with maple syrup. it's made of all- purpose flour, kneaded into paste, with baking powder. it's fluffy. yum! ...

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My stomach growls but I don’t want to eat I rather create consume popcorn poetry I ate yesterday one meal at like four Why does my body want to eat more I’m told by my doctor eat more meals I don’t have a lot to eat for real Not that I can’t choose to shop I prefer to pay artists and...

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after taking classes to make pancakes with molasses we must move our asses (while making advances) (we were all aghast) (were burned to ashes) (against head bashes) (have been on branches) (cooked in clay by Cassius) (we made mad dashes) (elegant and enhances) (eaten by Erasmus) (received from a Fascist) (found by Pope Francis) (get to see the gashes) (stuck with long lances) (on them all passes) (head against smashes) (seen flying through...

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When in the mountains at our cabin during our summer stays we are happy to honor and to celebrate a host of special days. If we’re blessed to be in the mountains enjoying the clouds the sun the sky we happily celebrate some special days that fall in June and July June 7th we eat donuts on National...

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Mama Bear is not their choice to bake She tries to make pancake, but they flop If you want a delicious golden pancake You wake up Papa Bear, whose batter is the top! He adds all this crazy stuff like cinnamon, sugar too and it is super scrumptiously delicious when he is through! Baby Bear follows along behind his Dad catching...

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Mardi Gras parades are rolling the streets again I watched 'Isis' from inside my windowpane A king and a queen were pretending to reign but from the colorful revelry I chose to abstain I grew up yelling, "Throw me something mister!" Going to many parades with friends and my sister. Walked miles on St. Charles Ave. and got a blister and smiled...

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very morning i hear her cycle chains clanging, changing gears on the curvy corner down the street, it makes me wonder if she has wavy brown hair, matching chocolatey eyes full of summer hormones, i stuff my mouth with pancakes chewing on the fantasy of us cycling down the beach, tyres sinking in the sand,...

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The Restaurant Menu has a picture. Three golden brown Pancakes A large corn colored slice of butter Melting on top running over the sides. Griddle Cakes doing a Nathalie Wood impersonation Drowning in a sea of thick maple syrup Cartoon like ribbons of aroma rising upward. The old man made them every Sunday morning before church. Which he never attended Black hair slicked...

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I did not think I was hungry until I wandered into Grandma land. She had a stack of light fluffy homemade pancake a mile high. Already stacked on my plate, oozing in warm tasty butter and syrup. I started to beg off, but then I saw her crestfallen look. I picked up my fork and took a tiny taste,...

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Give me blueberry pancakes any day of the week I love how soft and fluffy they are at their peak Give me delicious fruity cakes any day of the week A little sugar coating to make them sweet Or a simple pat of butter to melt as they steam And a pile of chocolate chips to sit underneath Give me...

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A Pancake’s Two Sides (Young & Old) Haiku: By Miracle Man 1/28/2021 A young persons world? Too bad one has to grow old, to realize that. I believe the world belongs to the young, but we can’t see the other side of that pancake until we become old. Tom ...

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Encamped in the local IHOP patio Doing reconnaissance on the butter pecan syrup I discern its malicious, aggressive intentions: To march defiantly down Mt. Stack And wage a ruthless attack on Defenseless over-easy eggs Acting quickly, I wield my fork Digging trenches in my pancakes I flank the enemy, staving off This unprovoked act of aggression Victory! Only in that moment do I...

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We have in our possession an old and weathered griddle that’s been making pancakes in our house since our children and grandchildren were little Every Saturday morning at a slow and steady pace we’d stack pancakes on the table…some with a happy face. As we got more creative we found a way to play. We added colors…we made flowers into...

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Pancakes My wife, I remember makes the very best, or she did. I have to get that through my head. She is back at the hospital, laying there, not moving. How did that happen, I don’t know. We were at breakfast talking, just talking. No. She was talking, I never did. I listened. I wish that...

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winter blue jay outside my window looking in AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on June 2, 2018...

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