Poem / Homemade Pancakes 🍰🥞🌹

Traditional my pancakes Start.
I do not buy them at the Mart.
They’re made from efface with loving Hand;
And each and every step is planned.
 

I blend the soda, egg, and Flour
And add the buttermilk so Sour.
They’re mixed by hand with wooden Spoon;
While stirring, I sing happy Tune.
 

I pour them in the frying Pan.
Each one is sep’rate, that’s my Plan,
So they don’t spread and make a Mess;
I do not need that kind of Stress.
 

I scoop them out on to the Plate
And I can hardly feel their Weight.
Strawberry jam the crowning Touch.
I really love them, oh, so Much! 

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