Short Flapjacks Poems
Short Flapjacks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Flapjacks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Flapjacks by length and keyword.
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.
Categories:
flapjacks, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
flapjacks, food, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Forever
Feasting famished,
Flapjacks, frankfurter's, fajitas
Flavoursome food, favourite feast.
Foreboding, forbidden, feeding
Fruitless, fearful
Fat!
2/5/2021
Categories:
flapjacks, food, funny, lust,
Form:
Diamante
When fragrances of candles and sachets
come wafting to me as I shop, I close
my eyes a moment, think of childhood days,
and smile. I loved the sachets Mama chose
to place in drawers—lavender and rose.
Preparing grandkids’ breakfast takes me back
to lovely scents of childhood. I recall
those sausages and yummy golden stacks
of flapjacks Mama fixed. Down our short hall,
I hurried to be served. I never stalled!
written February 18, 2018, for Sara Kendrick's contest
Categories:
flapjacks, childhood, memory,
Form:
Quintain (English)
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 my cap
settling down by the fire before I nap
wood box filled from my cutting
life is simple here, no golf putting.
old box radio spills out the jive of the fiddle
aroma of flapjacks hot off the griddle.
time has sure burned away my days
but my blessings shine from the morning rays.
Categories:
flapjacks, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme