My dads pancakes
are the best
better than
all the rest

They’re so fluffy
and so light
I always eat
every bite

Sometimes I eat
three or four
sometimes maybe
even more

Sometimes strawberries
on the top
I start eating
and just can’t stop

Syrup dripping
off my lips
time to give dad
a great big kiss!

Commentary;

This poem was written on the way to school after a pancake breakfast. Spontaneous collaboration with my daughter.

© D.E.Foote

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