I ate a slice of toast With butter, jam, and spice I said, "This toast tastes good! I'll have another slice!" Bread went in the toaster, And yummy toast came out, And none could understand Just how this came about. So I asked my toaster "I do not know," he said. I whack'd him with a sledge. My toaster now was dead. And ne'er more knew I joy, For ne'er more had I toast. I had killed my toaster- My soul in hell would roast.
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