[La Enchiladita]

Pancakes for breakfast
Waffles for lunch
Oh what a bunch
of Piglets and Poohs
Are the Poets who munch on
Ways to rhyme with slippery syrups
And pancakes divine
Save some for Martha
Spotsy as you flip
Oh I'll have a stack
melted sweet buttery drip
For pancake soaked pleasure
I'll be back.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, La Enchiladita!


A poet you are who weaves
pancakes and waffles and
slippery syrup!!


Alas, Martha holds not
our wordsmithing ways
cause, she's counting down
the number of days
with both ankles bare
no beeper to track
her comings and goings
and she's coming back.