XXII pancakes

You are so stacked it's quite hard not to drool,
It doesn't matter to me if you stuff
With blueberries or nuts, even plain's cool,
You smell so dreamy I can't get enough.
Oh Pancakes, you're the paragon of sweet.
You rise high, far above all breakfast food.
You queen it over bacon, eggs, complete--
ly self assured, and buttery to boot.
You're always happy to experiment,
With jelly's, jams, and honeys of all kinds,
When you sport only syrup I'm content,
Then you wear chocolate chips and blow my mind.
     This love affair will not make me thinner,
      Breakfast takes over even my dinner.