its pankake day and as such i have come up with a poem...well i havent but i will think of it as i write...ahem-
with the promise of lemon, suga and batter
and also the promise of getting much fatter
little roy simpkins sat down to dine
on plates of pancakes one at a time
he tried lemon and syrup and straberry and cream
and time after time he licked the plate clean
"slow down dear roy" pleaded his mother
but as she spoke roy had started another
he ate and ate until his mouth was sore
and then little roy simpkins ate some more
the sun was setting and soon the moon was out
when his dear mother returned and started to shout
"if you eat any more you'll have a pancake for a head!"
but as she turned round she saw little roy was dead.
his face in a pancake and the syrup was spilled
and his mother whispered "my god he's finally filled"
