Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Pancake Batter Bessie

Pancake Batter Bessie
She makes flapjacks so fine
Avoiding corn syrup 
With Tabasco, liver and onions sublime.

We try to stop her 
But she is obtrusive and a ghost
Where we make our own batter 
We hide it with our toast.

For Bessie will take that batter 
And add extra stuff galore.
Peanut butter and sausage
Corn, pickles, oranges and more.

Bessie empties our pantries in the middle of the night
And grills up inventive pancakes that fill every counter in sight.
Our mother has asked her to stay out of her kitchen.
Pancake Batter Bessy’s creative juices can’t for they are always itch’n.

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Quoth Theraven March 26, 2020 at 11:58 PM Caren, Bessie's pancakes sound so nice. Better than the meatloaf and potatoes fair I just had. And you served up her flapjacks so well. -Richard Caren Krutsinger March 27, 2020 at 3:50 PM Ha! I am laughing my petootsie off here. I love meatloaf and potatoes. If I had not had it three days this week I might be tempted.

Gershon Wolf March 26, 2020 at 7:17 PM 'Itchin' in the kitchen!' Maybe she's got ants in her pantries... Hope she's not nervous in the cervix! :) gw Caren Krutsinger March 26, 2020 at 11:27 PM I think she does. wow! I had not thought of THAT!

Mark Koplin March 26, 2020 at 9:56 AM Those sound like some pretty wild cakes. I love it! Great poem Caren Krutsinger March 26, 2020 at 11:28 PM Thank you. I am used to throwing stuff together. If the grocery store shelves get empty I will concoct something.