Pancakes in the rain

by justbekozlowski

‘Let’s do something different,
Let’s have a bit of fun,
We’ll go outside
When there’s no sun
And have a barbecue.’

‘Have you gone mad?’
We asked my friend
But he said that he hadn’t
His actions told us otherwise
And then we became saddened.

‘It’s Tuesday the fourth.
Let’s get fatter!’
Exclaimed my friend,
Whilst making batter.
And he put it on the flames.

Of course it burned,
A burny toast,
Remained among the ash.
Our friend had gone insane.

By all means do things different
Even be quite strange
But beware of the tale
And miserable fail
Of my friend’s pancakes in the rain.