The toaster

by | Jul 18, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

The toaster it is broken, it’s the one I liked the most
Who would think that this would happen, when making cheese on toast?

It’s so much more fun than baking bread
To eat cheese on toast, before your bed
Then the lights went out, the toaster bent
With melted cheese on element

No scalding words passed through the air,
I couldn’t, cos the kids were there.

After cleaning up the toaster, all things seem quite well
I hold it out the window ,to avoid the awful smell.


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