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The Toastmaster

Breakfast is the most important meal and it’s the one that I like the most, So you can imagine my disappointment when the chef makes us eat dry toast. I went down to breakfast today expecting something good to be on my plate, But when I looked down at what was there I saw the sight I hate. Toast This isn’t a meal for grown people to eat it’s just a garnish on the side, It’s like getting to go to an amusement park but never going on a ride. I can’t really claim that it’s not food, technically it can be eaten, At least they could bring some jam so our dry toast could be sweetened. Toast Of all the possible foods to eat this really starts my teeth to clench, Why are you saying, “Pass the syrup?” You mean this toast is French?! Excuse me all, I’d like you each to raise a glass now to the cooks, Let’s wish them health and happiness to go with their good looks. Toast! My father in law has Alzheimer’s and is in a very nice facility. We visit with him three or four times a week and when we do he always has a list of complaints. We know that it is the disease talking. Dad was telling us the many reasons why he should be allowed to go back to his own apartment again. He said that they only gave him toast for breakfast that morning. Not only that but it was only a half of a piece cut on a diagonal with nothing on it. Just dry toast. Right after that he told us how great the food was while he was eating ham and sweet potatoes with pineapple.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 8/15/2011 1:06:00 PM
You have a long line at the end. If you can go in and hit enter some extra times that usually corrects the problem. after the end of sentences. it makes it hard to comment and sign off.
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Date: 8/15/2011 6:58:00 AM
My Dad, too had the disease. I only wish I could have written him a funny little poem like you did here. Enjoyed.
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