37. Pancakes.
Pancakes.
The scent, the smell,
It's the best in the world,
I swear the people in the streets would have fallen,
If they could smell this beautiful aroma.
I run for the stairs,
Without a single care,
Just me, and the pancakes,
For a delicious feast.
Pancakes, yum!
Can I have more mum?
I can't get enough,
Of this tasty delight!
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