When the children have finished play
They suddenly remember its Pancake day
Inside they run to see all the treats
That will surround their Pancake feast,
Jams fruit and cream a Pancake dream
The children lick their lips
Whilst mum masters the mixture and whips,
All the magic ingredients together
To produce batter as light as a feather
patiently the children wait,
Whilst mother designs and creates
This scrumptious feast
That will knock them off their feet
Once the Pancakes have reached their plates
She relishes in their happy faces
Their eyes light up with such joy
Like Christmas all over when opening their toys.
By Gillian Sims
Lovely poem. Exactly how I feel when my daughter has her pancakes:)
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love!! 😀
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Reblogged this on Sherri's Sharing and commented:
fun video
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Got to re-blog this adorable fun video
great job
sherri
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