Upon Request
Ode To Toast (and other poetic forms regarding toast)*
By Dustin James Zick
Ode:
Toast
Oh, toast.
How you please me so.
Slices of toast.
Slices of toast.
Some are slightly toasted.
Some are badly burned.
Yet they're all still toast.
It makes a popping sound in the toaster.
I snatch it out.
OUCH!
I burnt my hand.
Screw it, I want the toast.
OUCH!
I burnt my mouth.
Screw it, I want the toast.
Oh, wow, I can't taste it anymore,
I think I killed all of my taste buds.
Screw it, It's still toast to me.
What once was bread - now is toast.
Toast toast toast.
Your flaver is devoid of any description - I'm not sure if that's a good thing.
Your flavor does taste good though, even though it's seemingly lacking.
I know this from memory only, since you burnt my hand and mouth.
Toast.
Toast.
Toast.
Sweet sweet buttery toast.
Sweet peanut buttery toast.
Sweeter jellied toast.
Even sweeter toast with something else.
Even still sweeter toast with yet another food derived adjective.
(Again from memory)
Toast.
Where would I be without you?
Limerick:
There once was a man named Hank.
This man Hank, he worked in a bank.
Every once in a while the different tellers and bankers would hold a roast.
They'd dance and sing and dine on fine toast.
Until the day the bank manager was stabbed with a shank.
Haiku:
I like to eat toast.
Sometimes only with butter or jelly.
It sucks to eat alone.
Acrostic:
Tender
Oddly shaped
Awesome
Spongy
Tantilizing
Cinquain:
Toast
Warmed Bread
Toaster pops out
Heavenly, divinely toasted greatness
Bread
*This page will be contributed to upon any requests for new poetic styles