“Flap Jack”

Flap Jack

There once was a pancake bed,

Soft as anything said.

I laid down for a nap.

Woke up as a flap,

Filled suddenly with syrup and dread.

Kafka! I cried from my sleep.

He appeared and began to weep.

Then with his fork,

He made his first stroke

And I felt my syrup drip and seep.

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