Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

My Passion Runs Deep

Nothing was sounding very appetizing for dinner tonight which means I instantly went to my back-up. Toast. Because toast always sounds good when nothing else does. So, maybe I got a little carried away...

An Ode to Toast

It's dark outside, the hour is late
There's nothing on my dinner plate
And all I want is something great...
Toast! Toast! Toast!

With peanut butter, jam, or honey
Nuetella when I have the money
Especially when my nose is runny...
Toast! Toast! Toast!

The bread is crispy golden brown
So nice and warm I can't put it down
In just a few seconds I'll go to town on...
Toast! Toast! Toast!