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Feb 12, 2007 17:03


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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mel_mel13 February 13 2007, 17:39:00 UTC
I liked it. It was fun. :) Good job sir. What's the last one though? I've never heard of that type of writing. Well props to you. :D Ill be home in the morning!!!

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xoverachieverx February 13 2007, 23:59:51 UTC
great.
now i want toast
& i have no bread.
my life sucks.

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brightsaber February 14 2007, 04:14:22 UTC
Very good! Ha ha,I loved it. After the first stanza, your ode could kind of be a rap. Major kudos on the haiku.

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