POEMS FOR KIDS
PANCAKES
Last Pancake Day our mum was ill
And left the job to sister Lil
So sister Lil, who cannot cook,
Consulted mother's cooking book
"PICK SOME FLOUR FIRST", it said,
"FOR MAKING PANCAKES, BUNS OR BREAD"
"Right" said sister Lil "I will!"
And promptly picked a daffodil
One flower didn't seen enough
The long green stem was very tough
She picked some roses for their smell
And threw them in the bowl as well
"NEXT" it said "A PINCH OF SALT"
But our salt isn't pinched, it's bought.
Lil gave some salt to cousin Fred
Then pinched it back from him instead
"NOW TAKE TWO EGGS AND BEAT THEM HARD"
Lil took the eggs out in the yard
She took dad's hammer from his box
Then beat them hard upon the rocks
"ADD WATER, MILK, AND STIR IN WELL"
Lil ran next door then strange to tell
In next-door's wishing-well she stood
And stirred the mixture up real good
With one last glance inside the book
She put the mixture on to cook.
With petals, stalks and bits of shell
It had the most revolting smell
Just at that point our dad came in
He wore the most peculiar grin
"That looks too good to eat" he said
"Let's go to town to dine instead"
And since that day whenever mum
Is feeling tired, ill or glum
She gets our Lil to cook a treat
So dad will take us out to eat
And left the job to sister Lil
So sister Lil, who cannot cook,
Consulted mother's cooking book
"PICK SOME FLOUR FIRST", it said,
"FOR MAKING PANCAKES, BUNS OR BREAD"
"Right" said sister Lil "I will!"
And promptly picked a daffodil
One flower didn't seen enough
The long green stem was very tough
She picked some roses for their smell
And threw them in the bowl as well
"NEXT" it said "A PINCH OF SALT"
But our salt isn't pinched, it's bought.
Lil gave some salt to cousin Fred
Then pinched it back from him instead
"NOW TAKE TWO EGGS AND BEAT THEM HARD"
Lil took the eggs out in the yard
She took dad's hammer from his box
Then beat them hard upon the rocks
"ADD WATER, MILK, AND STIR IN WELL"
Lil ran next door then strange to tell
In next-door's wishing-well she stood
And stirred the mixture up real good
With one last glance inside the book
She put the mixture on to cook.
With petals, stalks and bits of shell
It had the most revolting smell
Just at that point our dad came in
He wore the most peculiar grin
"That looks too good to eat" he said
"Let's go to town to dine instead"
And since that day whenever mum
Is feeling tired, ill or glum
She gets our Lil to cook a treat
So dad will take us out to eat
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