I thought I checked the Bisquick.
I eyed it pretty good.
They came out light and fluffy.
Just like good pancakes should.
The children wanted seconds.
The baby ate with glee,
But in my bite I found a worm,
And no one knows but me.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:57 AM UTC
I thought I checked the Bisquick.
I eyed it pretty good.
They came out light and fluffy.
Just like good pancakes should.
The children wanted seconds.
The baby ate with glee,
But in my bite I found a worm,
And no one knows but me.
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