Thanks be to that most wonderful device
That gets us through the start of every day:
The humble toaster- squat, crumb-spattered, yet
So helpful in a very modest way.
No need to watch and wait, or turn the bread;
It's clever mechanisms see us through
That early morning semi-conscious state,
When even simple tasks are hard to do.
We all recall those grill-pan days of yore;
The smell of burning toast left far too late,
Or mother's hearty scraping in the sink;
The piebald offering dumped upon the plate.
No more of that -- now settings of our choice
Avoid the charcoal choke; the smoky haze.
A perfect wholemeal slice pops into view.
So toaster, let us sing your name in praise.