Pancakes
They aren’t like anything else on earth.
They don’t have consequences.
Nobody ever feels bad after eating pancakes.
They can be stuffed with whatever you want.
Stacked like mountains of fluffy deliciousness
Topped with the sweetest, stickiest syrup
Why can’t I just make pancakes for the rest of my life?
Pancakes are my best friends.
They don’t abandon me.
They never need to end.
Every time I finish one I can just pour more batter on the griddle.
And I’m a couple of minutes away from more fluffy deliciousness.
I’m just gonna go make some more pancakes.
Bye.