• nothing beats a cold winter morn,
    than a warm fluffy toast, fresh from the oven.
    whether you're singing or beeping your horn,
    happy or angry, joyful or sullen.

    a toast warms the heart and quenches the soul.
    a comforting melody to a quavering heart.
    it burns like wine but doesn't leave a hole.
    it's playful and light like mischievous bart.

    even in autumn or summer it be,
    a toast can be gourmet, or a nice filling breakfast.
    it's crunchy and steaming, the stomach rumbles with glee.
    be it a city, town, castle or forest.

    "a toast is a toast," the raven did quoth.