THERE’S NOTHING LIKE A PANCAKE

 

There’s nothing like a pancake

With lemon curd spread on

And no greater disappointment

When it turns out to be Dijon

IT’S PANCAKE DAY AGAIN

 

Mix it, pour it

Cook it, toss it

And serve it

 

A little lemon

A little jam on

Eat it with aplomb

IT’S PANCAKE DAY

 

Light the hob

Mix the batter

Then pour it in the pan

Cook one side

And toss it high

Then catch it if you can

I LIKE TO TRY TOSSING THE PANCAKES

 

I like to try tossing the pancakes

But my inadequacy’s its revealing

And the results of my failed efforts

Look like I’ve Artexed the ceiling

AT THE ANNUAL PANCAKE RACE

 

At the annual pancake race

The winner is always smug Trace

I’m always at the rear of the chase

Limping home in last place

Then I must congratulate Trace

And engage in a false embrace

When I really what to hear the base

Of the frying pan hitting her face

THE PANCAKE DAY RACE

 

The Pancake Day race was a popular event

And was held amidst much happy hoorays

Until the runners became too competitive   

And behaved like parents on sports days

NICKANAN NIGHT

 

Nickanan Night or Shrove Monday evening

Was a time for boys to commit petty crime

Now we don’t have it on one special night

Instead now it appears to happen all the time