The Toaster Poem by JJ Evendon
The Toaster
An appliance of science is what I am.
What I make, I love to see spread, with lots of jam.
I have three slots and a basket in a metal frame.
What pops in, pops out, never to be the same.
1-2 or 3 slices, that's easy for me,
and when ready, eat with a nice cup of tea.
I can’t boil, freeze water, fry or do roast,
but what I can make for you is perfect TOAST.
Da-da
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4/25/2024 8:42:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice and quirky, just goes to show you can write a poem about anything! I love light poetry.