A Toast To Toast

Viana and I have officially gone bonkers.  As an example, here are two homages that we made to the most glorious of foods: toast.  We are in love in every way, shape, and form.  However, there is one small problem.  We have neither a toaster to toast it in, nor a pan to bake it on, nor a skillet to fry it on.  So, we eat our bread untoasted, wallowing in our grief, consumed by our affection for the noblest of breakfast foods.

The Our Toaster

Our toaster, who art in Kitchen,

Hallowed be thy frame.

Thy butter will melt.

Thy bread will be done,

On my plate as it is in my stomach.

Give us this day our daily toast,

And forgive us our pastries,

As we forgive those who burn our toast.

And lead us not into Eggo Waffles,

But deliver us from Poptarts,

For thine is the jam, and the jelly, and the crumbs, 

for ever and ever.  Amen




The Yummy Toast
I would like to boast,
About the toast,
I ate for lunch.
It was the best toast.
Golden brown
with a crunchy sound.
Here's to my toast;
You serve my hungry tummy well.

Like I said, we've gone bonkers.

Good night all,

Kate