Toast at Last
I use my toaster oven almost
Every single day.
A toasted bagel starts me off
In just the perfect way.
But lately, it’s been taking
Way too long to get things hot
And to close the door, you have to
Give it everything you’ve got.
This morning signaled its demise;
The door is stuck ajar,
The final culmination proving
It’s not up to par.
But there’s no need to wallow
In a crumb tray filled with sorrow,
For Amazon will send a new
Replacement by tomorrow!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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