Counting Toast With banks of gleaming toasters Upon the bare formica And loaves and loaves of raw, white bread, I began counting toast. One! Two! Three! Four! All at once from a four-slice toaster Five, six! Seven, eight! Two-slice toasters, both. I buttered and jammed with amazing speed And passed 'round the joyous toast And all as one, we chanted loud We all began counting toast. Nine! Ten! We shouted with glee. As toast, like manna, appeared. Eleven! Twelve! We scrambled fast To prepare the toast for eating. And at 12:00, the midnight hour, The revelation came as a flash Not guns, but toast! We shouted loud. Not grenades, but butter knives! And then, we realized how foolish we'd been Toast can't solve the world's problems And so, divested of social burdens, We returned to counting toast. Thirteen! Fourteen! The toast was coming fast. We stuffed our happy faces Fifteen! Sixteen! The toast was golden brown. We ate our toast with joy. And when we'd eaten the joy that is toast And smiled at each other enough We packed up our toasters and threw out our bread And then we went home and slept.
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