Short Hotcakes Poems
Short Hotcakes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hotcakes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hotcakes by length and keyword.
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:
hotcakes, food, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
hotcakes, america, death,
Form:
Couplet
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
Categories:
hotcakes, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
hotcakes, allegory, marriage,
Form:
List
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
Categories:
hotcakes, black african american, discrimination, freedom, identity, inspiration,
Form:
Prose