Feeling Fine

Pancakes that will line the ribs,

There’s washing on the line,

To the park, to walk the pup,

I must be feeling fine.

To those who know I say don’t fear,

My choice was surely right,

As I have had no sign of woe,

Whilst I sleep right through the night.


I smell baking,

Pancakes, or crepes,

Thick or thin,

Sweet or savoury,

Cinnamon, a spice,

A tricky word to spell too,

Cinna mon, cinnamon mon man,

Maple syrup, sugar, lemon, bacon, nutella,

Lucky fella,

Toppings reeled off like the clackity clack,

The railway track,

In the end though,

Like the rabbit, I’m late,

So coffee to go, to go where,

Home, work, hell, help,

One please, take out,

Taken out,

Like the trash.