Friday, March 18, 2005
A poem for today
Today is not the greatest
for I feel sick and in need
of the buttery Turkish pancakes
that an autistic boy gave me once.
My mother climbs in the roof
with a torch and a brush.
There she finds birds amongst
the dust and pink bats.
When mum leaves the house
I will make Turkish pancakes...
I'll get the recipe off the internet
and if I can't, I make it up.
for I feel sick and in need
of the buttery Turkish pancakes
that an autistic boy gave me once.
My mother climbs in the roof
with a torch and a brush.
There she finds birds amongst
the dust and pink bats.
When mum leaves the house
I will make Turkish pancakes...
I'll get the recipe off the internet
and if I can't, I make it up.
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What's so great about Turkish pancakes? You should try Polish pancakes. The recipe is about a pound of butter and ten eggs, then when you eat them you drown them in more butter. My brother ate thirteen once in one sitting, then a few hours later, spewed his guts up in our hallway. Was brilliant. Shall I make for you?
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