Still ain't writing poems about toasters? :I
Roses are red violets are blue
This is a poem, about a toaster too
Alas, it toasts, forever cooking
A fresh slice of bread, if you bother looking
With a pop and a snatch you grab the toast
Add the goody here, add a little there, and then suddenly stop
As you drop the toast, butter side up!
Go look at research.
It will make your richard bigger...
Are you a card?
I'm an Ace of spades.
