The Haunted Toaster

The Haunted Toaster, it lies in wait,

A malevolent spirit, a cruel fate.

No bread will go unscathed, no slice untouched,

For within its coils, a dark force is clutched.

It rattles and shakes, its lights all aglow,

A sinister presence that's loath to let go.

Its bread pops up blackened, burnt to a crisp,

The Haunted Toaster leaves no room for bliss.

It beckons and calls with a siren's song,

Its cords like tendrils, so sleek and so long.

No one can resist its tempting allure,

Though all who approach, they may never be sure.

For when the toast is done, the deed is complete,

The Haunted Toaster will continue to cheat.

It will hold onto its victims, both new and old,

Its malevolence forever bold.

So beware, dear friend, of The Haunted Toaster's might,

For once it's captured you, there's no escape in sight.