Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Poetry Retrospective #4

 My Friend, the Toaster Oven

The toaster oven makes a sound
That’s music to my ears:
Tick tick tick tick, tick tick tick tick,
Then ding! 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.

1 comment:

Liese said...

Does Shadow nibble on the toast?
It must be fun to watch her taking in the sounds sand sights of the toaster over. Well done, Poet Katie!