Monday, November 23, 2009

Toasty Poetry

My Friend, the Toaster Oven
by Shadow

The toaster oven makes a sound
That’s music to my ears:
Tick tick tick tick, tick tick tick tick,
then bling! and toast appears.

Sometimes the toaster oven’s cold
But it can change, I know,
‘Cause other times the oven’s warm
And has a bright orange glow.

I like the oven when it’s hot
And tasty toast’s in there,
But I will always be its friend
Even when cold and bare.

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