[Spotsy]

LOL! I see you ladies are causing trouble again. ;)

What is this 8/30/05 business? I nearly fell off of my chair thinking that I have the date wrong. Isn't today the 27th???

Song of the Pancake Chef

I'm the pancake chef,
And I do, when I can,
Eat pancakes by the score;
I bake them brown,
And the Troops swallow them down,
And loudly call for more.

I'll lay my stakes
That a million cakes
the Troops eat between two naps;
Then call for more,
A million and four,
Or a million and five, perhaps.

It makes us fat,
And more than that,
we're jolly through and through;
We've been known to laugh
For a year and a half,
Or why not call it two

Oh, they long for a cake
As big as I make,
Say, fifty townships wide;
They would handle it quite
At a single bite
And stow it away inside.

modified work of John Edward Everett

[Spotsy]

Disregard above reference to August date -- Spotsy was on the wrong page in more than one way!

(rebotting brain)

[HopeandGlory]

Here comes Spotsy with her array
of pancakes stacked up high,
with rich butter spread on thick,
sticky syrup oozes over all.
Yes, that will do he trick.

Waffles also she does display,
Miss Spotsy's delights are a dream,
strawberries; jewel like raspberries too,
along with fresh whipped cream.
Oh boy! it must be Wednesday.

rim 9/27/05

[HopeandGlory]

Brilliant . . . Brilliant . . .LOL!!! . . .very good Miss Spotsy . . . you made good on your promise to write us a poem. I'm impressed!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Evening Spotsy!!

Very nice, I love it.


No pancake poems from me tonight
I'm walking country roads, looking
at apples that are not yet cider
and remembering those precious days
when I was a young mother.