Toast- I miss you. Your warm buttery crunchiness. You always meant to me Happy things, That were filled with joy. My toaster made you, But it is packed. I miss you, toast. My mornings are filled with cold baguetes And unmelted butter. How I long for a taste Of toasted bread. As you fed my stomach, You fed my soul With warm cinnamon-butter.
Have a yummy slice of toast!