13 December 2013

pan cake

griddle's hot
stomach's vast
think its time
for break o'
fast

drizzle syrup
on empty plate
hurry'p mama
with my pan
cake

heap butter
lips savor: smack!
bring me another
stack-a' flap-
Jack

fork quick
jaws be quicker
goes down right
like sweet corn
liquor

hunger's gone
the platter's clean
flown like bullets
from a
magazine

late t'work
so i gotta roll
belly's filled
wit'at pan fried
gold




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  1. Algorithm SmithDecember 13, 2013 at 3:37 AM

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  2. Algorithm SmithDecember 13, 2013 at 3:39 AM

    in an effort to prove to myself that i can write something that is not merely introspective or morose i came up with this ode to Wednesday's breakfast. the kids giggled, the wife sneered and i found myself chuckling out loud like some old - fat - man... cheers! -AS

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  3. Diamond Cutter JoDecember 13, 2013 at 4:56 PM

    To the fat men we will hopefully become. I toast a pancake in your direction sir!

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