No Syrup For You

I dreamt about pancakes last night Covered with strawberries, syrup, my delight, My stomach had finally quit it's growling For a delicacy I was no longer prowling, I fantasized about the very first heavenly bite. I saw pancakes with different textures and sizes As temptation and needs rises, They were all there lined in front of me on a plate I quickly said my prayer as I couldn't wait, As man hungers, he never truly compromises. Syrup, sliced fruits, and whipped cream was dancing in my head As I waited patiently to be fed, Pancakes I could see for miles and miles Everyone including myself sported our very best smiles, Now for my breakfast when I awake I will be finally fed. Morning came and I awoke with a boast I will try ever combination of pancakes created by the host, I was excited for my breakfast this one Labor Day But, then I found out, no pancakes for me she did say, I'm now sitting on my couch eating a piece of dry toast. Randy L. McClave