Toast

Poem by James Record (2008)

Toast © James Record, jim90 and JrGamestorm 2008

I am a slice of toast.
I am a dry, stale and forgotten toast; I have no use,
Though when you think about it,
I suppose someone did go to the efforts of toasting me,
So I suppose I must be here for a purpose.

What is a piece of toast without the butter or the jam?
But then what's the butter and the jam without good toast?
Only a good piece of toast deserves the extras,
Too many pieces of toast have these extras but for what?