The Mad Hatter Of Toasties: A Poem

I am the Mad Hatter of toasties, smothering my bread in everything that’s good…

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Even covering them in melty cheese and eggs, though my conscience isn’t sure I should…

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Especially best are those with eggs in a hole, how I swoon with each bite and crunch…

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Mad Hatter I am, getting crazy with my toast…I make one wild bunch!

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No, no, there’s nothing better, than such hot and toasty delights…

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Made right quick for any meal, they’re indubitably the best on chilly autumn nights!

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Of course there is salad; greens so fresh, bright and pure…

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And roasted squash of every kind, from which I don’t demure!

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Always loving am I of a tender fish, potato and asparagus feast…

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And my ardor for shrimp, shallots and beans…well that won’t ever cease!

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Wondrous goddess you are, divine caprese! So very high on my list…

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But toasties, oh toasties, you’re this Mad Hatter’s pleasure, for always and ever. On this I must insist!

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