The Pancayke
(after William Blake’s The Tyger)
Pancayke! Pancayke! Newly born
In the griddle of the morn,
What immortal hand and plate
Could prepare thee to meet thy fate?
In what distant bowl or dish
Did thy flour and eggs first squish?
With what spoon dare he to stir?
What the mixer dare to whirr?
And what slow and steady man
Could pour thee in the frying pan?
And when thy dough began to firm,
What bold spatula gave thee a turn?
What the flipper? What the fork?
And dost thou go well with pork?
Where’s the bacon? Or the links?
Did we eat them, quick as a wink?
When we all threw down our knives
And got up to resume our lives,
Did he smile our mess to clean?
Did he yell or make a big Scene?
Pancayke! Pancayke! Newly born
In the griddle of the morn,
What immortal hand and plate
Could prepare thee to meet thy fate?
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Thank you for this. Just plain THANK YOU.
Thank you so much! This one took me forever. By the end, I felt like I needed to fortify myself with a pancayke or two.
O M G. Delicious! And brilliant. My favorite couplet: “What the flipper? What the fork? / And doest thou go well with pork?”
Now I’m all hungry.
Thank you so much!
What fun.
Hasn’t this month brought forth a lot of interesting poetry.
I love travelling around these blogs and hope they will stay up into May.
Thanks! And yes, I’ve been wondering what to do in May. I can’t keep up this pace, but I’d like to keep posting poems now and then.
Just epically delicyious … or should that be epicurallly delycious? Very uplifting to see such classy work …
Thank you! And I think I like delycious.
What a great GREAT parody! Marvelous and fun. Thanks! (I was trying to do a “y” thing there but … oh wait … a grayt GRAYT parody!)