Ode to the Toaster
by Jennifer L Banks
I lean on the counter
Waiting for that single slice
Of bread to bake
This little silver box
Is my morning friend
As I wait for the pop
That says its done, the end.
The coffee, tis brewing
My thoughts, manically spewing
As I watch the red coils brown each side
Crisping, tanning, the sourdough hide
Why toasters take so long
I dont know
Or are we such a nation now
Forever on the go?
Two minutes for edible perfection
And then out the door to meet
My meager job connection
Two minutes seems like forever
You write an Ode to the toaster
And you dont care if its clever.
Author's Note: Written in two minutes while waiting for toast. Just a fun little ditty.
Posted on 09/24/2003
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jason Wardell on 09/24/03 at 12:52 AM|
Ah, you lie. The toaster is no friend. I see you are still in the "deceived" stage. :) Hehe, glad to see I'm not the only one with toasters on the mind... makes me feel more normal. Just be careful! They're treacherous.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/25/03 at 06:11 PM|
LOL! Sure can relate to this one. Could be also that being hungry makes cooking (even toast) seem to take longer.