Griddle Poems | Examples

Donuts Come and Go

Donuts come and donuts go,
because they're round, and so
when you take them off the fire,
they're shaped like a rubber tire, 
with a hole right in the middle - 
they ain't no pancake from a griddle.
Where do the donuts go?
Don't ask me, I don't know.

It's My Cherry Pie

My baby made me cherry pie
And damn it tastes so fine 
You can eat some cherry pie
 "Just don't eat Mine"

She put cherries on the top 
She put cherries in the middle 
And a crust she made with almond chips 
That she toasted on the griddle
 
I love my baby's cherry pie 
I can eat it morning, day, and night 
And if you see my baby's cherry pie
 "Please Don't take a Bite" 

Because it's all mine that cherry pie 
That my baby made for me
And I won't care, if I don't share
-or 
"If you Dis-agree"

Guess Who

      Like the eye of a hurricane
         the epicenter of the storm

      Every day in some way
        at risk for harm

      A face like granite
        commanding the planet

      Squeezed into the middle
        ~ it’s hot on the griddle

Daydreams remembering summer

on a sizzling august afternoon
the glitter on the water scintillates
tapdancing on a hot griddle
till a cool breeze reaches the shore
and loosely sways the braids 
of an old weeping willow
as if to a sweet nostalgic rhythm


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Tympani Tenebrous

Tympani, beat tremendous!
Like thunder roll above!
Dark matter a-tenebrous;
Knowest thou of love?

Ah, young master. In good time!
Riddles, rivers, rhyme!
Griddle, fiddle, sugar, slime.
Covert cold cut chime.

All right, sir, but in earnest;
Full, brass bull, trull, wool?
Summertime, hot clime, addressed!
Roundabout red rule!

Well, it's you two! Black and Blue!
So, what else is new?
Eggs a-light, serpents a-few?
Kittens blind that mew?

Knights of the nebula pond!
Elders strong and wise...
Mighty warlocks, wave thy wand!
Prize? Between the eyes.

Adepts of tomorrow!
Always? Skies and greys.
Surcease, students, all sorrow.
Living for todays!

Miles are marked for travelers?
Yes, and reason thus:
Reality whirs, then blurs.
Black and Blunderbuss.

Rain, pour poems on prophets.
Nerves heal as they warp.
O floodwaters, try Tophet's.
Sailors, tamp the tarp...

Southern Pride

Pride, one thing they taught us in south 
With everything we do all way the cooking 
No wonder everyone wants live taste of tradition 
Passed down generations it make mouth's water 
The morals of man strongly respected 
Southern pride, where your word is bond 
And people are laid back and different 

We believe in whooping that ass if needed 
Working sun up, sun down the farms needed tend 
Country way of life without big city living 
Staying free do not disgrace my flag 
It's not a racist thing but of honor I stand 
To myself as I do my country it not touch ground 
Racism isn't color thing, hatred of fellow man 

Southern pride, last name was one's integrity 
It's milk gravy/biscuits, grits on the griddle, sweet tea 
Knowing a man's worth by his teachings 
Standing tall in ourselves, where we come from 
Its southern thing, pride of Carolina's I'm from 
Where justice once ruled, independence was fought 
But truth, liberty, freedom fall to grace of man 
Let not die past, prosper our experience 
Southern pride, to old know any better 
To young give a dump about your feelings 
                         Straight up!!!

The Ballad of the Pancake Brothers

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

Legendary Pancake Brothers

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.

A Pancake is a Pancake

You can call them flapjacks.
and you can call them hotcakes,
You might call them johnny cakes or griddle cakes or crepes.
I don't see the difference that it makes. 
They come by many a name, 
but a pancake is a pancake
just the same.

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon--had no fiddle,

The little dog laughed, got smashed as a Poodle,
the cow laughed a little, and found the fiddle,

The cat played to Nero, a pal and hero,
yet smelled things burning while playing the fiddle,

The cat Roam'ed about, thought it was the griddle,
though the cow saw Nero play fire--did fiddle,

Caught in a piddle, while cat Roam'ed a riddle,
dish sought by a poodle, as cow plays fiddle,

the taste of kumquat, the dish adds a riddle,
as things come short, the cat loses the fiddle,

ponders a poodle, a true diddle, diddle,
noise sought--found, twiddle, a dish and a fiddle,

To see such sport--the poodle in the middle,
the dish ran away while spooning the fiddle.

Waffle House

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 midair,
syrup dongs in jug and jar.

In the quiet of Christmas morn

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 solving life's riddle,
Bacon whispers from the pan,
A symphony to the day's grand plan.

Eggs crackle with a merry cheer,
Christmas breakfast is finally here,
Families gather around the table,
Sharing love as much as they're able.

Laughter echoes, hearts are light,
On this special Christmas delight,
A feast of joy, a feast of love,
Blessed by the snowy heavens above.

Doggie in the window --- revised

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 the grumble in my tummy
Different sizes and flavors--- it's insane
Lots of tasty toppings--- just not plain

I want to eat one I can savor
My tastebuds will enjoy each flavor
I don't want to overload my jaw
But I shove them inside --- just not raw

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

Grilling

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
Could not even begin

So I used an indoor griddle
To heat the burgers through
It wasn’t quite that bad at all
I was trying something new

I think they were less healthy
Since they sat in their own grease
Where the grill would let it drizzle down
And all that’s left was meat!

My Old Flame

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 just a few short days

They say she causes asthma
And cognitive distress
I think there’s likely more at play
But that’s an addled guess

But I know when the grid is out
The Tesla has no charge
I’ll be flippin’ griddle cakes
with gas and living large

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