This is what happens when I write the sonnet somewhere other than the computer. “What, you don’t memorize your sonnets?!” I hear you ask. It’s something to consider for future.
Sometimes, bloggers sleep ’til Sunday noon,
which really takes the “breakfast” out of “brunch.”
Lest I the noble Sunday meal impugn,
I chose a strictly breakfast food to munch.
A pancake batter comes together fast,
with whole wheat flour, eggs, and low fat milk.
If you don’t have the milk, the die’s not cast –
use yogurt! soft cheese! any of their ilk!
Inhale! The batter’s fragrant as it plops
in sizzling pools upon a nonstick pan,
while chocolate and chopped apples dot the tops.
I flip the cakes as neatly as I can.
Set on a plate, they’re sweet and crisp and warm.
I’d eat these gorgeous pancakes by the swarm.