The first day of Lent is the day we lament

the Tuesday that’s just gone before,

when we’re all content to bask in the scent

of pancakes that we all adore.

 

A beautiful taste so that none go to waste,

we fight to be first in the queue

and stand there straight-faced demanding post-haste

that I need the next more than you.

 

I much prefer sweet but might well overeat

if lemon and sugar’s spread well;

it’s also quite neat as a singular treat

with syrup or with caramel.

 

So then we must pray when it’s Ash Wednesday

and ask for some dieting tips;

you know what they say, that you’ll have to pay

‘cause sweet stuff goes straight to your hips.