Thank you, O Dr Toast!
You have merged my two passions! Toast and poetry – poetry and toast – how could I have lived without such eloquence at breakfast? (And the occasional slice of cinnamon toast in the early evening?)
This is for you:
(ahem…)
Cinnamon
Sugar and spices
Meld with the warm buttery
Crunch – ecstatic bite!
(But my offering is so little – check out the Doc’s wurdz…)
Okay, I’m calling an intervention. Beth, we’re your friends and we love you but you have to stop it with the toast. I mean really it’s not healthy… now step away from the toast. You can do without the toast. Toast is… damnit, now I want some toast.
Mmmm. Marmalade…
Hee, hee, hee, hee….
You have a toast category now?! Things are definitely out of hand. Mind you, if there is a “Toaster’s Anonymous” I’d have to be a member now.