Pancakes
The Pancake poem
Pouring batter in the pan,
brought wild anticipation
Dappling tiny dabs,
of what I thought was mere batter,
only peaked my senses.
The pancakes grew in numbers;
while my taste buds
nestled with satisfaction
Peaking my senses,
only, prompted more pancakes
Could I ever hope to make such
creations of perfection again
09.30.2015
Copyright © Lynn Elaine Fuller | Year Posted 2015
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