Pancake Day poem

Whisk it, fry it, time to flip it
(to the ceiling please don’t stick it)
Lemon juice at the ready
Hold the bottle steady
(don’t splash it in your eye)
Sprinkle with sugar oh so sweet
(a combination you just can’t beat)
Kitchen is heating up, wipe your brow
The final pancake’s finished now
(phew, that’s it, time to eat)
Your tum is full of pancake batter
Satisfied and somewhat fatter
(proud that you ‘did’ Pancake Day but
weirdly glad it’s only once a year)

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