Monday pancake poem

What have we here? A poetry bus prompt to use the style of a favorite poet with an ode to pancakes? Good idea, Peter! Now, was there anyone out there who didn't know I would be picking Lewis Carroll? Granted, it's not 'in the style' so much as lifted and a few words changed.

Jabberforky
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Twas brillig and the slithy toast
did gyre and gimble in the eggs
All mimsy were the butterpats
and black the raths hot coffee.
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Beware the chocolate muffin, son!
the tender bite, the crumbs that fall
Beware the jubjub cake and shun
the fluffy Belgian scone.
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He took his vorpal knife in hand
longtime the manxome food he sought
so rested he by the porridge pot
and stood a while in thought.
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An as in uffish thought he stood,
the blueberry pancake with eyes of fruit
came whiffling from the sizzling pan
all topped with maple goop.
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One, two! One, two! and through and through
the vorpal blade went snicker snack
He ate it all and with his fork
swept up the wayward bits.
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And hast thou et the flapjack cake?
come to my arms my beamish boy
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
he chortled in his jam.
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Twas brillig and the slithy toast
did gyre and gimble in the eggs
All mimsy were the butterpats
and black the raths hot coffee.
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