Today’ spoem

THE PANCAKE

‘It’s Pancake Day!’ She cried with joy, ‘I’ll make one for my little boy.’ Off to school she sent the lad Him telling all the friends he had: ‘I’ll have to hurry home at three, I’m having a pancake for my tea.’ Mum made the pancake, soft and light, It really was a splendid sight. She tossed it high, a lovely feeling, Up it soared and hit the ceiling. ‘My goodness, now what can I do? It’s really stuck there just like glue. ‘I really am a stupid mother With no more flour to make another.’ ‘Where is my pancake, Mum?’ he cried. ‘I’m sorry, son, it’s gone,’ she sighed. A tear began, he wiped his eye. Just then it dropped down from the sky. He ate it up — the best he’d tasted; The plate was clean, no crumb was wasted. He clasped his hands and closed his eyes. ‘Thank you God for that surprise.’ For Billy, who was only seven, Thought the pancake came from Heaven. Nellie E. Walton, Richmond, Surrey.