No Syrup For You Poem by Randy McClave

I dreamt about pancakes last night
Covered with strawberries, syrup, my delight,
My stomach had finally quit it's growling
For a delicacy I was no longer prowling,
I fantasized about the very first heavenly bite.

I saw pancakes with different textures and sizes
As temptation and needs rises,
They were all there lined in front of me on a plate
I quickly said my prayer as I couldn't wait,
As man hungers, he never truly compromises.

Syrup, sliced fruits, and whipped cream was dancing in my head
As I waited patiently to be fed,
Pancakes I could see for miles and miles
Everyone including myself sported our very best smiles,
Now for my breakfast when I awake I will be finally fed.

Morning came and I awoke with a boast
I will try ever combination of pancakes created by the host,
I was excited for my breakfast this one Labor Day
But, then I found out, no pancakes for me she did say,
I'm now sitting on my couch eating a piece of dry toast.

Randy L. McClave