Hotcakes Poems | Examples

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.

Mad Inventions You'd Never Dream Of part 1

The Mother of Invention
Has given birth once more
And her new baby
Is as mad as before

Eddison or Tesla
Would spill their tea
I know because it happens to me

Baby suspenders?
I believe they are very rare these days
And I don't understand why
It's such a good idea
But I've had too many beers in the pub
And looking through beer glasses stuck to my eye

I wonder if they ever sold like hotcakes
And they'll catch on
I'd put my money on it
And hope I'm not wrong


Could be the perfect present for your friend's new baby?.

'Is that Sean Penn?''

Do You Feel It Too

Do you feel it too
    You know, the graying of Halloween

  For several decades it was all the rage
    for Sonny-and-Cher-like adults, whatever their age

  Red-light district numbers sold like hotcakes
    along with ghoulish getups for opulent jakes

  Something happened though, can't put my finger on it
    maybe it started with Covid, like EVERYTHING else did
                              as the government reminds us...

  Do you feel it too
    Halloween's lost her old zipperoo

  Maybe the air is out of the balloon
    ~ for a bit

A House With No Servants

Premiered at Evelyn’s Kitchen, 
King of Prussia, PA – 3/27/2010

ACT 1

Spanish Town, Jamaica
Foundation
If I Were a Tree
Ritual
Honey Be Mine
American Gothic
On a Day like This
Hotcakes on the Table
Country Music

ACT 2

Birthday Wish
Tango Innuendo
Bienvenue
Madam Ambiguity
La Fornarina 

ACT 3

Fire Drill
Let Me Take You Home
Do It All Again
One Heartache Away
A Little Like the Rain
X Rated Handshake
Ballet

Breakfast Last Night

We shared a breakfast late last night-

while sun was shining neath the moon.

Ate cornflakes off a cob held tight;

spread hotcakes with iced syrup strewn.

Made scrambled eggs- sunny side up-

cold catsup sizzling on the top-
 
Then poured fresh brew from day-old cup

made sweeter by sour lemon drop.


September 8, 2021

Contest: Nonsense Poetry
Sponsor: Charles Messina

No Mud

too much hostilities
in all the big cities
and all the small towns
they have their own frowns
there's too many guns
for fathers and sons
people are dying
many are lying
shootings are on the rise
and way too many cries
guns are selling like hotcakes
our protection no mistakes
U.S. becoming bloody
making our future muddy

The Strings That Bind

Let The Music Play On

When I am melancholy 
And feeling, all alone
I place my violin 
On my shoulder, like a phone
Then start a conversation
In melodic overtones
and every string that speaks to me
Brings me closer back to home

I can smell the coffee brewing
There're hotcakes on the griddle
And Gram-pa in the corner 
Strumming lightly on His fiddle
And now that fiddle's mine
He passed it on to me
So I could find my way back home
Wherever I may be

One day I’ll have a child
May be, a He or She
I hope they'll learn its language
And treat it patiently
And take it safely with them
Wherever they may roam
‘Cause all they have to do is play
To find there way back home

Being Jemima

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

Stuffing Your Face

Is there any finer sensation
Than chomping on a juicy steak
Gulping down a gallon of beer
Or stuffing your face with cake

Eating can be the greatest thrill
Known to the common man
It beats every other sensation
Experienced since time began

A bowl of chocolate ice cream
Some hotcakes piled high
Scrambled eggs with sausages
Delicious homemade pie

Grilled hot dogs on the barbie
Ham sandwiches at the beach
A birthday party for Johnny
A great big juicy peach

All these things go to make
A bowl full of happiness
The only drawback I can see
It can turn into flabbiness


© Jack Ellison 2013

Giving New Life

Boxes and cupboards, closets and drawers

I am retrieving everything from my past

And freeing them to a world of usage

Even old wine will be opened

And that set of china too expensive to use

Except on special occasions will be used again

Because today is my special occasion

Just as will be everyday in my new beginning

 

Those rose-shaped candles will become

Puddles of wax and the silverware 

Brought out only to laboriously clean

Will be used on hotcakes and omelets

I will resurrect all the things that were preserved

Bottles of cologne and after shave 

From Christmases long past will find the bathroom shelf

Where they will be used until exhausted

 

What has passed the fashion or current vogue

Will be given to the poor and photos

Once too painful to see will find walls to live upon

And jigsaw puzzles will be joined into their rightful image

And old records played with a tinny remembrance

As I bring life again to my somber world of aloneness

Where memories thrive without validation

And need the reference of old things long forgotten

Huh?

I need to ask a question
Does anybody know
Who made up these crazy sayings
Like walking to and fro

They say it sales like hotcakes
Do hotcakes really sell
They call a skunk a polecat
Is that something to do with smell

Stick it where the sun don't shine
What's that supposed to mean
Or a great Idea is always heard
But very seldom seen

A penny saved is a penny earned
Well, how are you gonna eat
Or I've never met a person 
I didn't wanna meet

So, if you know this answer 
Somebody let me know
Until then, I'll be waiting 
Just walking to and fro

Dessert For Two

You got your chocolate syrup to go with your pie
I got your honey in my tea take a sip like a fine wine 
You wont deny that i got you tongue tied 
Like black people eating chicken that’s fried
Treat me like salsa and take a dip
Close your eyes and still get chills when you kiss my lips
Do u want that slice of butta-pecan with a$$ and t!%$ 
Eat it up like breakfast hotcakes and grits 
Strawberry shortcake vanilla flavored cream on top
Lets do like a boat and rock 
Cause i’m with you, cause i’m in the mood
I’m in the mood to do what ever it

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