In Praise of Toast

Strophe-Bread and Its Potential

A slice of bread in truth transformed,

By judicious application of heat,

Breakfast has anew been born,

That sets me on my feet.

This humble slice of white bread,

Buttered on one side,

And thickly spread with raspberry red,

Holds back my appetite's tide.

A cup of coffee completes the task,

No more from breakfast, do I ask.

Antistrophe -The Toaster and the Toastee

The toaster also deserves some praise,

For always at my whim,

The humble slice of bread reglaze,

With brown, top-layered hymn.

The setting is important too,

And must be checked each time.

Alas, I live with people who,

Like theirs burned, which is a crime.

This forces me to stay awake,

And keep my vigilance to partake.

Epode-Further Praise of Toast and My Final Argument

When looking through the cupboard,

And finding it nearly bare,

A heel of bread though stale and old,

May be renewed as toast, to hold,

A starving artist from the brink,

Of alternate, nothing for breakfast, I think.

And on those days of homemade buns,

Can raise the daybreak to the sun.

Allowing my argument, you will now agree

That toast of praise is frankly worthy.

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An ode written for Vocal Media Challenge “Ode to Ordinary”.

Thanks for reading my words. May your toast ever emerge lightly browned.