I don't know if that's a good enough title, but here's a poem I wrote today.
The golden brown batter
Drizzles into the pan
Sizzling.
I wait
Four minutes
To flip.
The chocolate is melty.
It burns
Sticking to the pan.
Scrape! goes the spatula
Against the hot cast iron.
Breakfast lands on my plate.
I open the drawer
To grab a fork.
I prepare to eat.
I cut off a small piece
Stab it with my fork
Put it in my mouth.
I chew slowly
Savoring the chocolate
Rolling it around in my mouth.
But wait!
Something's missing
Something essential!
I spit it out.
It landed on the floor
With a plop.
I search the house
Frantically
Desperately.
Where is it?
It's gone!
I need it!
I look under the bed
Dust flies in the air.
Not here.
I open the shower curtain
Search inside the tub.
Not there.
I take the books from their shelves
Look in each one.
Not anywhere!
I collapse on my couch
Giving up.
My appetite was gone.
I stood up.
Wearily
Getting some milk.
I trudge to the kitchen
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
The fridge opens with a pop.
I grab the carton
Pull it out
Scraping the plastic shelf.
But behind it!
I see
The wonderful plastic container.
The milk is forgotten
In my delight.
Finally, I can eat!
Click!
The lid flips open.
Sweet sugary goodness in a thin coat.
I attack my food
Break the plate.
Breakfast is soon over.
I lick the plate.
Every last crumb
Is gone.
When ProngsiePotter comes for the holidays, I'm sending her home with pancake batter for you. XD
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