The Morning After, With Pancakes

[DanBierce]

"I love pancakes." I said.

"I love pancakes, too." She said.

"Please pass the syrup." I said.

"Here ya go." She said as she handed me the bottle.

"I need butter first." I said.

"Yes, melt the butter on the pancakes first." She said.

"I need a fork." I said.

"Oh, yeah, you do." She said.

She got up out of her seat,
went to the kitchen,
and returned with a fork.

I began eating the pancakes. The butter
had melted superbly, and she poured
the syrup carefully, and my gut
got full, and the sun was out
and shining through the window onto
our breakfasts as though
the 4th of July, Christmas, Thanksgiving,
and all the birthdays on Earth
were on our plates at the same time
and we were eating them
as one and they were
perfect.

[MorpheusSandman]

Hehe, I like it; reminds me of the Family Guy episode where Stewie tries pancakes for the first time:

"Oh my God! That's better than sex!"
"Don't you understand woman! I... WANT... PAN-CAKES!" - "Oh dear, pancakes must be code for crack."

[PrinceMyshkin]

as one and they were
perfect.

as is this jolly poem, a much deserved paean to true soul-food!

[firefangled]

An entertaining stack of words with butter and syrup. M-m-m-m-m.

The only thing better than pancakes IS sex with pancakes! And you said it perfectly.

[motherhubbard]

I enjoyed this so much that I called my friend and read it to her. I could hear her smile through the phone. She said, "Now that's a boy who knows how to appreciate pancakes!"

[PrinceMyshkin]

I enjoyed this so much that I called my friend and read it to her. I could hear her smile through the phone. She said, "Now that's a boy who knows how to appreciate pancakes!"

And SEX! Did you and I overlook what firefangled so clearly saw in it? (Although "sex with pancakes did sound a touch messy to me...)

[motherhubbard]

And SEX! Did you and I overlook what firefangled so clearly saw in it? (Although "sex with pancakes did sound a touch messy to me...)

Are you kidding? :eek2: I never overlook sex. In fact, when I read your wholesale poem I thought it was about sex until I got to the second half. When she said pancakes she definitely meant sex. That means you overlooked sex twice.

[MorpheusSandman]

What motherhubbard is saying that a bunch of Freudians are reading this poem!

[DanBierce]

You guys are going to make Aunt Jemima blush. Heh.

[motherhubbard]

You guys are going to make Aunt Jemima blush. Heh.

I'm sure Auntie enjoys pancakes, too.:nod:

[firefangled]

What motherhubbard is saying that a bunch of Freudians are reading this poem!

You got that right! A pancake is never just a pancake.


Are you kidding? :eek2: I never overlook sex. In fact, when I read your wholesale poem I thought it was about sex until I got to the second half. When she said pancakes she definitely meant sex. That means you overlooked sex twice.

MH I'm so happy to see you and Granny around here again. I missed you.


(Although "sex with pancakes did sound a touch messy to me...)

The best things in life are not always free, but they are messy and that's what makes them interesting. Messy is good!

[TheFifthElement]

The best things in life are not always free, but they are messy and that's what makes them interesting. Messy is good!

I second that!

Dan, this is a lovely poem, it reminded me a little bit of the work of Jacques Prevert - have you heard of him? I say a little because Prevert's poems, or the ones I've read at least; tend to be a little less upbeat. But your poem is a lovely upbeat smiley poem that leaves you with a smile and it's perfect :D


Edit I take back the 'Jacques Prevert is not upbeat' comment, he does upbeat too, beautifully. So your poem reminds me of his a lot. I found a few of his poems which you can read here: http://www.ductape.net/~mass/poem3a.html

[DanBierce]

I suppose the poem of mine the most closely resembles those of Prevert's would be this one:

~A Glaring Presence~

The moon got huge
and erased all the stars
so you decided
we should leave the pool
and go indoors
to make love.

And as we did,
light and water
played like little children
in our back yard.

[Buh4Bee]

What an awesome thread! Hooray for sex by the pool and with pancakes...and of course with good poetry