Toast

Bread comes in many varieties, it gives you a bit of anxiety, but I don’t want to get to sciency, so I’ll just say my favorite piece of bread is a toast. It gives me a great sensation from my head to my toes. You are probably thinking what are you talking about? But my good sir have you tasted the crunch of the brunch and the crack of the snack? How about you go to the store and buy your self a pack. You’ll have a frown like a clown but when you get toast it will turn upside down. In the morning when im feeling kind of lonely I grab a piece of toast and I get really corny. Some days im feeling nappy but then I turn really happy. I stay pretty classy when everyone else is getting trashy. Oh toast, if I was baker I’d never let you go, keep you by your crumbs boy and keep you really close. Im not obsessed over toast but why not talk about the one thing that’s by your side when your grumpy and uncomfy. It helped through my rough times when I stepped on a lego and fell on my play-do. While my tale turns pale remember to eat the meal that brings your feel from mean to a jolly bean. The moral of this puzzled poem is to appreciate the little things in life and eat a lot of toast before you go anywhere because toasters toast toast.