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 © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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