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This wonderful pancake recipe inspired the writing of this poem.
Pancakes A Calling...
The sweet smell of addiction
Hovers over my toes
It swirls around my bed sheets
And travels up my nose
It's a familiar happening
The aroma has called before
When Mama's in the kitchen
Anticipation's at my door
I wait to hear the sizzle
As the cakes hit the pan
Batter oozing everywhere
Spreading like a fan
"Ding" the spat Chula chimes
The cakes have all been flipped
Mama grabs my plate
And some orange juice to sip
I dart down the hallway
Tripping over my obsession
34 pancakes later
I still didn't learn my lesson
Yes, Mama knows my weakness
Not the breakfast eggs and bacon
When her cakes come a calling
My will power is so shaken
Now satisfied I sit
Fully belly in hand
The only thing that's missing
The flannel button on my pants!
~K. Kiefer
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