[La Enchiladita]

[Soaring Feather]

It's Tuesday evening we knew it would come
where's Spotsy, and pancakes, late again?

Oh, waffles and pancakes dripping in syrup
slathered in butter, plate lined up with sausage,
fried crisp bacon, I can't believe it nearing
Wednesday again.

Spotsy, oh Spotsy, how's the batter
lumpy, or running thin it does not matter.

Heat up that griddle, start flipping the spatula
appetites are raving, the poets are caving
from writing Pancakes poems on Tuesday evening.



LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Hello, La Enchiladita!! Pretty Lady.

[WayzataJOHNN]

WOW!

There is a whole lot of mischief in them eyes! (and that smile is a winner! I bet your the life of the party. ;^) No wonder you hang out here, just another free spirit.)