Hot Pancake Poem by Abby Sze

In this world there is something we called soul food
Something that comfort you after long hours of reality
Usually composed of sugar and carbohydrates
Their chemical reaction slow down your nerve system

The soul food have to eat at a particular time
Not when you begin the long hour of shift
Not in the middle of a rush
But the end of everything before you crush your bed
Like the end of the world and you don't care

You have to be generous on the amount of syrup
Pour it like waterfall and drown that fluffy gold
Let it fill every holes of that sponge
It will splash inside you mouth
And gently melt before it goes through the throat
That warms your stomach

And the bad day just melt away!