Toast!

In honor of National Poetry Month, and breakfast before Passover.


Because I could not stop for Toast-
Toast kindly stopped for me-
And brought along a shapely Egg-
And Jam and Juice and Tea.

We chatted long- Toast knows so much
And speaks of all it knows,
Such matters as the Feet of Rhymes
And whether Verse has Toes-

Then round about began to dance
The Toast as it talked on
Of how each day gets started with
The Yeasting of the Sun-

Toast passed the Juice, then passed the Tea-
At last Toast passed the Milk-
The Toast went racing by them all
Until at last I spoke-

Said I- This is all interesting
Or would be if I knew
How it relates to Any Thing
I think or am or do-

But as I haven't dined as yet
And as you're toasted Bread-
Instead of puzzling out your Thoughts
I'll eat you up instead.

-Bruce Holland Rogers, in "A Common Night," part of Fantastic Alice