TOAST

toast toast
you the most
i hear angels singing in a heavenly host

crunchy
dry
golden brown
if only you grew from the ground

soft and buttery
lots of crumbs
if i lose my teeth
i'll gnaw with my gums

rough and rugged
like a western cowboy
white wheat or rye
they all bring me joy

unleven bread
your not so bad
but a little yeast would make me glad

a thick slice of
sourdough or pumpernickel
gives my tastebuds quite the tickel

my loaf of bread will soon be gone
put down that knife
leave the crust on

food of the gods
slathered with jam
created for me
from the great i am