Ode To Toast (and other poetic forms regarding toast)*
By Dustin James Zick
Ode:
Toast
Oh, toast.
How you please me so.
Slices of toast.
Slices of toast.
Some are slightly toasted.
Some are badly burned.
Yet they're all still toast.
It makes a popping sound in the toaster.
I snatch it out.
OUCH!
I burnt my hand.
Screw it, I want the toast.
OUCH!
I burnt my mouth.
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now i want toast
& i have no bread.
my life sucks.
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