two brothers hailed from the old country
from Donnybrook
one more like an engineer
the other like a cook
they specialized in pancakes
the best, you can't deny
Sean made them taste like heaven
Finn stacked them high
supplies came from all around
in wagons and in trucks
Sean whipped up the batter
and ol' Finn he constructs
with eggs from every chicken
and milk from every cow
maple syrup miracles
from the oats that they did grow
when these flapjack masters
grew old and had to die
they made a stack of hotcakes
and they climbed it to the sky
kids, each time you eat griddle cakes
you should be like me
stack 'em high
and think of Sean and Finn McGee
Categories:
flapjack, brother, death, food, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Good and browned, for you, a pancake round,
flipped and stacked, a joy so profound,
or perhaps, I'll share, a waffle square,
with pear for extraordinary flair.
Flair, is great for a flapjack of wheat,
square, wonderful for a Belgian treat.
Profound, indeed, is a poppy seed -
round about now, that's just what I need
sprinkled upon a lemon muffin.
Categories:
flapjack, food, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Two brothers hailed from the old country, from Donnybrook -
one more like an engineer, the other like a cook.
They specialized in pancakes - the best, you can't deny.
Sean made them taste like heaven, and Finn stacked them high.
Supplies came from all around, in wagons and in trucks.
Sean whipped up the batter, and ol' Finn he constructs,
with eggs from every chicken and milk from every cow,
maple syrup miracles from the oats that they did grow.
When these flapjack masters grew old and had to die,
they made a stack of hotcakes and they climbed it to the sky.
Kids, each time you eat griddle cakes, you should be like me,
stack 'em high and think of Sean and Finn McGee.
Categories:
flapjack, brother, food, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Longing for the taste of maple,
New England's sweet and tasty staple?
I am here to kindly mention
considering the Belgian invention.
Take a pancake: for heaven's sake,
it makes your syrup form a lake.
The solution really is so simple.
Fill your flapjack up with dimples.
Wouldn't it be truly awful
to have no dimples in your waffle?
Categories:
flapjack, food, silly,
Form: Rhyme
i was chosen for the next moon landing
and my co-passengers arrived at the meeting
in lightweight space suits
but i wore my black leather jacket
to show my contempt for space
i speak to anyone in similar attire
in supermarket queues i've jumped
to tell a co-customer i like that
the world beard and moustache championships were postponed
due to the covid-19 pandemic
tailored jackets are in
and jacket potatoes are overrated
can't wear a fedora 'til your seventies; i
am the Fonz jumping sharks on water skis
in my leather jacket
but i'll tell you who's not cool -
the flapjack octopus
i took the kids to a magic show
i wore it there;
to show my contempt for fun
Categories:
flapjack, angst, art,
Form: Free verse
I put a bug on you!
it was a lady?
it was a vampire?
it was a boogar?
introducing a new cough?
wasn't pertussis enough?
we'll sit at the store in tight masks
finding how to boil them in a flask
is it an outbreak
or a Spring Break gone mad?
it's Coronovirus that has shut down the loop
every ice cream cone and every scoop
must be sterilized in fire
now, we will not admire
to the moon and back
these little viruses cut you no flack
stay, stay they told the dog
now it's Flapjack
anyone will not be exact!
so the hearts will push them away
i have on this mask
Everyday!
Categories:
flapjack, health,
Form: Prose Poetry
GOOD
What’s good about me? Nothing
and everything. Nothing because
like everyone else I am a sinner;
everything because like some I am saved.
My attempt to do good is nothing at all
unless I walk in my Father’s shoes
BAD
I can be like a tape on repeat. Can you visualize
the movie reel: ‘round and ‘round it goes
flapping in the wind, like flapjack pajamas,
exposing the hind quarters to everyone.
— happens when I feel wronged
but sista…oh brother, by the grace of God
I’m an overcomer
SPECIAL
I grin like a Cheshire cat, with my pearly off-whites.
I carry my bible in my heart. Can’t take it away from me.
it’s part of me — well Jesus is.
Love my family, like most…
I want the best for them like most…
Like some, their eternity is a grave matter…
I pray without ceasing. For them, you and me
3/9/2020
Categories:
flapjack, me,
Form: Free verse
Exercise your mind,
As I flip and toss your soul,
Like a warm flapjack.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
Categories:
flapjack, food, fun,
Form: Haiku
Being Jemima
Aunt Jemima! Who in God’s name
Came up with that name?
Molded polyurethane encasing
Thick sweet amber
You didn’t even think enuf of me
To give me decent clothes
I can do better than smother hotcakes
Take this kerchief off my head, you hear?
I ain’t no maid, no servant, no flapjack topper
Get me off this table and let me be what
I was destined to be, what I’m free to be.
Aunt Jemima. Really. What’s takin’ so long?
8-16-12
Categories:
flapjack, black african american, discrimination,
Form: Prose