~*Pete and Toast*~
Peter, man of song and verse
who, with a flower on his head,
did hop and skip about,
Happened one day,
upon some bread
and the toaster to make it great.
"Joy!" Said he,
for such as this,
had ne'er been hap'd upon
And promptly sat
with all Womad
to eat the joyous fare
"Toast!" said they
"Such joy in bread
We never thought could be!"
"When bread is changed
through golden heat
into a breakfast food!"
And Pete sat down
And wrote a song
and several songs he wrote
About that joyous
comestible, gold-browned
and yummy, toast.
(Sadly, since he couldn't think of a name with two letters, the
Toast Album was abandoned.)
~*~
The doorway to a thousand
churches