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HOW DO YOU EAT YOUR PANCAKES?

"How do you eat your pancakes?" I asked.
One day out of nowhere;one day in my class.
I asked some of my students, not knowing they would say.
That you can eat your pancakes so many different ways.

It started real simple. Not much to salute.
Basic butter with syrup and then some added fruit.
Then to my surprise, some more hands were raised.

Every answer was different. I was just so amazed.

They shouted, "Peanut Butter! Whipped Cream! Chocolate Chips! Berry Jam!"
"From the outside to inside" was added by Pam.
Then all of the sudden,the stories just flew.
How they each ate their pancakes and some stories they just knew.
First there was

Curly haired, freckled face Missy Carbangle.
She cuts her pancakes in a hundred triangles.
Some she'll cut big, and some she'll cut small.
But the middle triangle is the best one of all.

Then the next little boy named Tommy R. Becker.
Makes sixty-four squares and then he plays checkers.
On some he puts syrup, and some he puts butter.
And sometimes he wins if he plays with his brother.

Behind Tommy sits Molly, little Molly Malone.
Her mom says, "would you please leave your pancakes alone?"
Her fork and her knife move in ten different directions.
Her mom finally gave up and stopped asking questions.

Then Molly's best friend, named Jeffery DeBlune.
Eats his pancakes in the shape of the moon.
From full moon, to half moon, to less than a quarter.
Until nothings left of the pancakes he ordered.

"My proper au par," said Sullivan O'Hare.
Says a lady must always cut perfect squares.
So she uses her fork as well as her knife.
And makes sure that all of her angles are right.

The cutest boy ever named Frankie Fontaine.
Thinks he is so clever, because he eats them plain.
"No butter!" "No syrup!" "No jelly that's sweet!"
Just grab hold of the end, roll it up and then eat.

A little girl on my street named Annie McBessy.
Needs a bib to eat pancakes, because she is so messy.
With only her fork, she'll stab and she'll tear.
If she misses her mouth they end up in her hair.

I heard about this boy, named Joey Batista.
Someone should tell him they're pancakes not pizza.
He cuts them in quarters, then each quarter in half.
"Then I add pepperoni!" which made everyone laugh.

So as you can see, not one is the same.
You can add lots of goodies or just eat them plain.
You can share them with friends or eat them alone.
Just eat them all up or your tummy will groan.

Other fun ways are to make different shapes.
Make different colors or ask mom to make crepes.
The sky is the limit,you can stack them "mile high!"
The choice is now yours, it's your turn to try.

Have fun making pancakes. I put you to the test.
All ideas are the greatest. All ideas are the best.
There is no way to mess up, whatever you do.
Just always remember say, "Please and Thank You!"

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