Flapjacks Poems - Poems about Flapjacks

... The door rings, I look up, someone with someone else, back to my eggs and hash browns. The door rings Spatulas knell the griddle. The skinny cook yells in Kentucky Yiddish. Flapjacks slap in......Read the rest...

...Get out of my head mister chatterbox! Ransacking treasure trove of maximum headroom. To remedy a fate worse than death or orange hair oaf becoming forty seventh president or contracting o......Read the rest...

...8/9/22 What good if they judge by the color of skin Got to do better instead of teaching that to kids Still telling fibs On either side of the ridge Yet again another burned bridge Soul cold ......Read the rest...

...Blackberries to me are one of natures fine treasures Fruit jewels that give many culinary pleasures. The berries are versatile with nutritional health benefits And wildlife safe haven under densel......Read the rest...

...The door rings I look up then back to my eggs and hash browns. The door rings I look up nobody I know, my first time here why should I know anyone! Back to the eggs. Two sunny-side-up,......Read the rest...

...Up with the children at seven For blueberry pancakes and ham. Flapjacks enough for eleven - How many will fit in the pan? Lay out some slices of bread. Spread with egg salad maybe, Some tuna ......Read the rest...

...Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox! While inside me noggin legions of monstrous demons abhor protest being force fed arcane and obscure assaying into religious dogma hen......Read the rest...

...Forever Feasting famished, Flapjacks, frankfurter's, fajitas Flavoursome food, favourite feast. Foreboding, forbidden, feeding ......Read the rest...

...verdant grasses in a gorgeous April meadow dew fresh on delicate apple tree blossoms red buds parade their mystical prettiness refreshing country air which rejuvenates and revives daybreak's shy......Read the rest...

...Mountains survey checkerboard acreage Valleys squint at lonely peaks A storm is brewing, black nimbus gathering Could the earth speak, it would shriek A forlorn, gray cottage, streaked with......Read the rest...

...I fly on wing of song. Twenty-three miles out of Atlanta soaring like an eagle traveling from DC thirty-six thousand miles high Fly, fly away Through the blue hues of morning white fluffiness l......Read the rest...

...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 batte......Read the rest...

...Ask no more Summer has mellowed, gone are the thrills autumn beds down for winter’s chills spring will bring on the cheers same old, same old all those years. pull up my pillow and pull over m......Read the rest...

...Knick Knack Paddy Whack Can’t take back a wisecrack If you wanna be a crackerjack Earn a greenback from blackjack Gotta buyback your backpack Need to blister pack your flapjacks Evident ebbin......Read the rest...

...Get Out Of My Head Mister Chatterbox! Upon prima facie first blush me mind's eye all atwitter, sans long forgotten "FAKE" sexual exploits set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter, boot like sh......Read the rest...