Toast

I like Toast.

by Morrison Smith

I can sense, smell and taste
Toast when I get up every day.

Toast is with me, even when I’m
Long asleep, or on some misadventure.

If it weren’t for Toast, I might not
Even get up in the morning.

Some people say that everyone
Loves Toast just as much as I do.

And I tell them, of course, but what
Makes my Toast special, is that it’s mine.

The bread may have travelled quite some distance,
All so it could be placed in my toaster.

Becoming my Toast.

You know, sometimes, I ponder;
I think I might even love Toast.