Move on over International House of Pancakes!

Apartment b44 exuded
aroma of pancake house
yum...yum... eat 'em up
(like fish heads) already,
spat out the spouse
cause the husband
(that person in question
would be me) did grouse,
but just being my usual louse
who when character assassinated,
emasculated, intimidated and ostracized
among other unpleasantries
courtesy the no nonsense spouse,
or some other iron maiden
who becomes tyrannical
towards yours truly
I (no surprise) -
unlike when a little boy
expecting a toy
in a cracker jack box becomes
became quiet as a mouse.

"Hey Diddle Diddle"
the cat and the fiddle,
the cow jumped over the moon,"
while the wife consigned
herself to the griddle
making me a he-man sized
Mickey Mouse slapjack,
one cooked within the middle
of the non free humongous skillet,
(which she often used
to chase after
her pesky husband,
when he figuratively
triggered a spat),
nevertheless sold out custom
made hotcakes from leftovers
lengthened as the line
snaked and inched along
(like the the itsy bitsy spider
who climbed up the waterspout)
far as the eye could see,
which sold out in seconds
courtesy secret recipe, which
appeased the madding crowd,
(which my mother
took that secret formula
of ingredients with her,
when she passed away
twenty years ago
this passed May fifth)
not counting the millions,
who collected at
a stadium sized venue
starring top-notch musicians
to raise money for this,
that or some other charity
after the dee jays gave the cue
videlicet particular details
to the rapt listeners across
the webbed wide world
after they (the announcers
iterated repeatedly spectacular venue
broadcast from a United Kingdom
based online event
ticketing platform and raffled off,
where and how to activate
a digital entry method
like a QR code or a mobile app,
or alternative physical items
such as passes, vouchers,
wristbands, or a photo of the ticket
or once tickets sold out
to find and buy at sky high prices
getting figuratively scalped
(money wise) toupee
for a once in a lifetime experience
while food vendors
and merchants from
one generation to the next
proffered exotic culinary eats
panning and offering samples
of their mouth watering cuisine
linkedin to regional specialty
this said established truck food
self employed families
staked out designated territory
pleasantly distributed savory dishes
witnessing Pavlovian responses
from standers by
to the commingling
of tasty entrees
and hors d'oeuvres
did not necessitate shouting out
pan handled comestibles
which delightful aromas
whet the appetite for consumption
plus countless other activities
for a wide range of events
like festivals, club nights,
and live music of Green Day,
which punk rockers just so
happened to be a riddle
wrapped in a mystery
inside an enigma,
to the beatnik generation.

The compelling mishmash
ofttimes called pop slop
you would be mistaken
to turn up your nose dear reader
for ofttimes appearances
happened to be deceptive
and what one would
not feed to a hog
tasted across the gamut
from delicious to orgasmically rich.