Toast?

Posted on April 16, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Toast?

I burnt the bread this morning,

ending up eating toast;

then I toasted the queen

with the grill I loves the most;

she turned a golden-brown,

and I knew that she was done,

spread on top some margarine,

and a tablespoon full of hun-

ney.

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