If toast is what your heart desires,
And you would seek its pleasures,
You would do well to stoke up fires
And lay in doughy treasures.
I would not have thee moan and gnash
thy teeth on air and mutter,
I’d rather see you have a bash
At toast and bread and butter.
Who wrote this? I do not know.
Sounds a little threatening. Yikes. Okay, I am bringing forth what is within me, on a platter, with a garnish. Toast perhaps, buttered, and with jam. Homemade.
I never had a piece of toast
Particularly long and wide,
But fell upon the sanded floor,
And always on the buttered side.
James Payn, 1884