***I wrote this poem during Algebra Prep. today =)****
There once was a Lonely Pancake,
Cooked in the Waffle House,
'Til it was finally bought,
By a girl with a pretty blouse.
He was served with coffee,
Not to mention eggs,
He was put on a hot plate
LP wished he had legs.
The girl took him to a table,
The eggs piling on him,
She poured on syrup,
He thought this was a sin.
The girl spared him his last moments,
She ate the eggs first,
But as she poked him with a fork,
He said "Here comes the worst!!"
The girl cut him into bits,
And ate him, one by one,
And by the time she paid the bill,
The Lonely Pancake was done.
L_Croft You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author:  62273 ( Click here )
Halloween is Right around the corner.. .
|
Excellant writing and I love my pancakes dripping with syrup 
