A poem about Pancakes by Dick Hercules

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Mr. Hercules, as seen from “his good side”

Dear Readers,

Some of you may know that on occasion I do function as agent for other (ahem)…writers. At the behest of my client, Diklitous Phantasos Hercules, I somewhat reluctantly post the following. I wish it be known that it is not my choice to do so. Please do not hesitate to contact me with questions or concerns.

Yours,

Walt

Greetings to my legions of Lady Loves, and to my Manly Admirers! I am come to offer you a satisfying meal of words! These were etched on a hilltop in what was once Macedonia. I hope they mean as much to you as they do to me. They have been published elsewhere, so if you have read them before, I am sorry that you cannot enjoy them again like you did the first time. To those who are encountering them as a new lover, I say: Be envious of yourself!

Thank you,

~ D. Hercules

Beneath the stars
I gaze in wonder
I swallow another pancake
And wonder some more
If all the pancakes
Ever eaten
Were laid end to end
Would they reach the stars?
Would they make
A soft, golden roadway
To the moon?

Thank you again,

~ D. Hercules

31 thoughts on “A poem about Pancakes by Dick Hercules

    • Ooh… a stairway would require even more pancakes than a road. I mean, each successive step would require even more pancakes stacked on top of each other. Those of us down here would surely be subject to rationing of all sorts…flour, eggs, etc. Could we manage? I’m not sure.

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    • He’s been on his own since he was a wee lad. And he’s had many adventures. He’s hinted that his public might appreciate a biography. I think that’s his way of asking me to write it. I would rather he did that himself though, as readers would surely find it unbelievable. They would accuse me of making it all up. I’d rather they accuse him.

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    • Well Hugh you’ve taught me something new…I don’t think I’ve ever heard of Shrove Tuesday, and I’m certain I didn’t know it was connected with pancakes until I googled it. If DH hadn’t’ been so insistent we could have timed it even better!

      DH likes his completely plain as he inserts them into his mouth whole, by hand. I find that a bit brutish. I like mine with maple syrup, and with a nice side of scrambled eggs and bacon. And coffee, of course. Mmmm.

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      • As they say, “you learn something new everyday”. Over here ‘Shrove Tuesday’ is also called ‘Pancake Tuesday’ and it’s usually the only day in the whole year that us Brits eat pancakes. I can remember my mother making them when I was a child and she would add currents, raisins and nuts to them as well as just cooking plain ones. I don’t know why we don’t eat more of them over here as they are sheer delight when we do.

        I tend to roll my pancakes up and eat them as if eating a hot dog (minus the ketchup of course)! It’s strange to think that the same mixture is used for making ‘Yorkshire Pudding’ which us Brits eat with roast beef and gravy. There’s also ‘Toad-in-the-hole’ which has sausages in it, made out of the same mixture and minus the toads, thank goodness!

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      • One day a year?! Goodness, it’s a crime! You must do something about it, Hugh. You know already what you are missing!

        Raisins and nuts – these I am familiar with. Now, what are currents, exactly? Are they delicious? Your toad-in-the-hole sounds a lot like what I know as pigs-in-a-blanket. That’s a pancake or a croissant wrapped around a sausage. It’s magnificent. The concept of Yorkshire Pudding is one I’m having a bit of trouble with, though.

        I wonder if the toads aren’t so bad though. Do they taste like chicken? (That was a joke, and I’m not sure how well it carries across the pond. Over here, there’s a joke about how meat from creatures rarely eaten often tastes like like chicken. Rabbit? Oh, it’s good! Tastes kind of like chicken! Snake? It’s good! Tastes kind of like chicken!)

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      • Here you go, Walt

        Currants are dried, black, seedless grapes. They are dried to produce a black, tiny shriveled – yet packed with flavor – fruit. The currants used in British and Irish baking are known in the States as Zante currants.

        Now, does that help? They are really nice, in fact in my childhood they were often applied to or sprinkled over ice cream.

        The french eat frog legs and whilst I’ve never tasted them, those that have say they taste like chicken, so I guess a toad would taste the same? We to use the term that anything we are not familiar with, tastes like chicken. I’m sure I’ve even heard that line in a Zombie horror film. Then again I didn’t think Zombies could talk so how would be know?

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      • Well I wonder if we taste like chicken to the zombies. And what do they taste like? Probably not very good. Maybe rotten chicken?

        Now I know where to turn when I need culinary things explained. Thank you Hugh!

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  1. In the picture Mr H seems to be fist tapping his own forehead, I have tried this myself whilst eating copious amounts of pancakes and to be completely honest with you I don’t quite understand the full reasoning behind the action. he certainly looks very happy and perhaps just a wee bit dazed, he does after all have a very big arm.
    I will continue my research into this matter this very night over a pancake or two, and can only hope my headache doesn’t ruin the experience.

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  2. Yes, when you strike yourself in the forehead with something so large and powerful, you are likely to fall into a daze. I guess that’s just the state in which he prefers to consume his pancakes. It’s probably the pancakes that transform his regular daze into a happy one.

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