An Acrostic Toast Poem

Taste, a taste

Of the sublime, the

Absolute divinity of a precious lightly browned

Slice of

Toast—this is heaven.

Ode to Toast

Oh, oh! Toast of my desire!

You make every day worth living.

You are the sustenance of my soul,

I exist only for you,

My life, my very being!

The Process of Toast

Two slices of bread

One toaster

A tub of butter

Bring the jam

And we shall eat

Bread in toaster

Set the button

Fetch the knife

Spread the butter

Caress the slice with jam

Take the toast

Put it on a plate

Pour a glass of orange juice

Take the toast and bite into it

A perfect meal

Man, that’s toast!

The dough

The kneading

The hands

The machines

The forming of the sacred loaf

The slicer

The crumbs

The plastic packing bag

The store

The bread aisle

The choosing of groceries

The buying of the bread

The loading

The taking home

The refrigeration

The sandwich

The slice

The toaster

The browning

The sepia-toned slice of sublimity

The toast

Now the Toast

Now the slicing, now the bread,

Now the empty toaster heating,

Now the browning, now the spread;

Now the slice of toast for eating,

Now the tasting, now the jam,

Now the gulping free of spam,

Now the gladness, now the joy, now, now, now!