M. L. Kiser Poet Prose

My Dear Toast

My dear toast,
you have no need to leap
out of my hand in such a
cavalier fashion.

My plate is not a 
syrupy swimming pool; 
besides, there are two bites of you left;
why start screaming for 
something sweet now?  
“It’s your fault”, toast replied;
“You have those morning dropsy’s again!”

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Connie Marcum Wong January 24, 2019 at 9:17 PM It is the weirdest thing how things will fly out of your hands even when you are being careful. I can relate to this M.L. Last thing I dropped was a piece of cinnamon toast face down on my carpet! I couldn't believe it didn't leave a stain. I enjoyed your cute poem. : ) M. L. Kiser January 25, 2019 at 11:31 AM I've always had the, "dropsies", upon first awakening in the mornings. Thanks for visiting.

David Byrne January 23, 2019 at 11:08 PM Laughing out loud ! M. L. Kiser January 25, 2019 at 11:32 AM Good, we all need a good laugh every day. Thanks.

Matthew Anish January 23, 2019 at 8:40 PM Clever - a talking piece of toast! I like this piece! Peace & Love Matthew Anish M. L. Kiser January 25, 2019 at 11:32 AM Glad you enjoyed it, Matthew; thanks for stopping by again. Peace and Love to you, as well.

Demetrios Trifiatis January 23, 2019 at 4:35 AM Such a... wise toast! Well written dear, MLK! M. L. Kiser January 25, 2019 at 11:33 AM Many thanks, Demetrios.

Darlene De Beaulieu January 22, 2019 at 1:17 PM Hello M.L. Kiser, Oh what a fun poem you created. It made me smile as i read. have a nice day my friend. M. L. Kiser January 25, 2019 at 11:33 AM Good, it should make one smile. Thank you.

Charles Messina January 21, 2019 at 6:35 PM LOL- Perhaps he needed some buttering up. Love this delightful poem M.L. :) M. L. Kiser January 25, 2019 at 11:34 AM He had his butter; I believe he wanted his Jam. Thanks Charles.

Richard Lamoureux January 21, 2019 at 9:02 AM Ha ha, cute. M. L. Kiser January 21, 2019 at 6:14 PM When I first awake, I drop everything that I pick up. It's almost as if my hands wake up half an hour after I'm out of bed. Thanks.

Vijay Pandit January 21, 2019 at 8:19 AM How sweet is that morning imagery..you find themes everywhere MLK --like all great artists..for you life is poetry. M. L. Kiser January 21, 2019 at 6:15 PM I do find inspiration nearly everywhere. Glad you dropped by, Vijay.

Caren Krutsinger January 21, 2019 at 7:44 AM I have eaten and eaten and eaten today but this poem was here in as a God-thing. I just remember I have french toast sticks in the freezer. So thank you! M. L. Kiser January 21, 2019 at 6:15 PM Ooh, and did you do some toast stick dipp'in?