Portentous Pancake
The day began with glue upon my face;
Mushy toast and runny eggs, a disgrace.
A portentous pancake lay there on a plate.
Less inviting than a dog without a crate.
Cold raisins soaked with coffee,
What I wouldn’t trade for toffee!
A sweetness melted hard fought taste;
Coming last in the longest rat race.
Crimson clad with melted butter;
At first alone, then with one another.