Griddle Poems - Poems about Griddle

... 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...

...In the quiet of Christmas morn, Before the rooster has even sworn, The aroma of coffee begins to dance, Signaling the day's first advance. Pancakes sizzle on the griddle, Their sweet scent sol......Read the rest...

...How much is that hot dog on the griddle The one that is so plump and moist How much is that hot dog that is cooking My hungry belly has a choice They all look delicious and yummy I can hear th......Read the rest...

...It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did. He wafted his way through the drafty hou......Read the rest...

...For lunch today my wife said, husband, why don’t we eat out. I said, Honey in these Covid times, that’s not what I’m about. You just sit back and rest your feet, and let me worry about our lun......Read the rest...

...A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice Pandora called triggering helter skelter to get loose necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose to usher at yours t......Read the rest...

...I tried to do some grilling But the sky just opened up And it rained like Noah’s time Each raindrop filled a cup I’m using here hyperbole To make a point of rain The grilling of the burgers ......Read the rest...

...My old flame in the kitchen Man, she could bring the heat They’ve now induced induction I feel so incomplete It sprung up overnight It lit the world ablaze And now my flame’s anathema In jus......Read the rest...

...Ah! The smell of eggs and pancakes on the griddle Olfactory nerve distributes five pounds to my middle......Read the rest...

...Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle when off to see a crooked man and woman, whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little pair of mis......Read the rest...

...I like My morning pancake's, With swirls of maple syrup. And sublime tasty butter, slathered in circles. If I have My druthers, that's more than a little. I like my morning pancake's, warm off......Read the rest...

... The sign read, "Just a nickel for every party pickle to buy some pumpernickel." The wait in line did trickle. For tasty party nibble- place bread upon the griddle. For sure, they di......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...

... Heat Index 111 Miracle Man 6/12/2022 Air has the feel of touching a griddle, as if given birth by smoke and fire. From a shady nook, thumbs I twiddle, but for today, little more do ......Read the rest...

...Hang a left, clunker rocking on sprung shocks. Inside, narrows taper to booths. The place is slow-time empty. The staff talk is griddle speech, a blow by blow banter, middle finger smarts mi......Read the rest...