Battered
Weighing, stirring, mixing
Making pancakes for tea
It's the first time I am fixing
These for Mum, Dad, Sis and me
All went well and I felt swell
Until the tossing of the cake
The pan gave a twist as I tried to resist
The mess it was about to make
It made a gooey mess for sure
As pan and contents hit the floor
With an enormous clatter
It covered everything in pancake batter
Mum will make a terrible fuss
And be very cross with me
Plus there'll be no pancakes for us
For tea, Ooh Gee!
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2020
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