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A Toast to Toast by Gideon O. Burton Of all the snacks that beckon in the night
When tummies growl and gnawing hunger calls, But one can satisfy my famished plight And summons me to stumble through the halls. Oh piece of bread, so humble in your slice What magic turns your skin from white to brown? What arrogant aromas do entice When toaster pops and butter coats you down! With cinnamon and sugar or with jam I dress you in the ornaments of sweet More sated, I, than proverb's happy clam When crispy, hot and warm my lips you meet. Of every night-time treat you are the most I honor you, great food, whose name is toast. Feel free to copy or distribute this poem as long as you give proper acknowledgement of authorship |