It was a bottomful pancake
straight from the griddle
I’d never known a flapjack
To play me like a fiddle
I was cake hungry, no doubt, but
this breakfast staple
gave my stomach pause such that
Nothing helped – not even maple
The question that bedeviled me
was not how bottomed
but who bottomed so callously
and sent breakfast from Soddom.
Next time I come to your kitchen
I to you confess
I will order my pancakes
all you can eat, bottomless.
— Ellen A. Wilkin