I don’t know how the toaster works;
I only know it does —
I know well-toasted bread is great;
It is and always was –
The slightest turn to left or right
Means mishaps, sad and shaming:
Where it will not be toast at all
Or burnt beyond reclaiming
For toasters can be fickle things
Or can be loyal friends;
Like other friendships, on our care
I guess it all depends
So this goes out to toasters
Everywhere, from coast-to-coast —
Just take a piece of bread right now
And raise it up in
Toast
LOL! Aw, now you’ve done it — I want a ‘gull-surrounded diner full of good coffee, a re-hash of the eve, and toast with butter and a jelly tray.
Yes, you are getting a weekend full of last week’s vacation thoughts on this blog.
This made the older boys of my clan chuckle appreciatively. 🙂
Toast needs its own advertising council, I think.
Yum ! such pleasurable food is surely poetic
I agree.
Toast is awesome, and shockingly underrepresented as a blog topic.