My Toast
Toasted bread my go to food fast and I can make it
Golden and warm, my toast on the rise,
A leap from the toaster, oh, what a surprise!
Butter's a-splashing, it lands with a thud,
Upside down, in a puddle of crud.
Crispy and proud, it made quite the show,
A breakfast ballet, though it's not one to crow.
Yet laughter erupts, as I pick up the scrap,
My toast, a comedian, in a buttery trap!
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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