Louise Davis

(Mountain View, Wyoming, USA)

Dads Pancakes - Poem by Louise Davis

My dad, he was a wonderful cook
He didn't use recipes or go by the book
I tried to learn to cook like him
But the way mine turned out, it was a sin
I asked him once how to make pancakes
He said I don't have a recipe but for your sake
I'll measure ingredients while chewing the fat
Measuring a pinch of this and a handful of that
My family was happy to have good food
It improved their appetites and their moods
I can make pancakes with the best of them
The receipt I have I'll never lend
But I'll pass it down to my girls
And I hope that they will obey my rules
To use grandpas pancake recipes
And then pass it on to his posterity

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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