A Toast to Toast

I initially wrote this as an exercise in the iambic meter.  However, it seems perfect for
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POETRY POTLUCK - Food, Drink and Indulgence

A Toast  to Toast

I love to sit and eat a piece of toast
To feel it crunch and crack at my teeth's kiss.
The crumbs fly off like sparks, it seems almost
A sin to fancy bread as much as this.

The smell would draw an angel from her prayer
So warm and tempting as it drifts up from
The toaster, to lie heavy in the air
It tickles in my nose like a scent bomb.

I can't imagine life without some bread.
That simple blend of water and ground wheat
So altered by the yeast with frothy head
It changes from mundane to magic treat.

Oh, I could write a thousand words to bread
And all the variations it can boast
If I were lying ill on my death bed
I'm sure I'd still get up for fresh made toast.