Mmmmm...... Toast

I recently reread this, and a couple of lines keep running through my head (can it be an earworm without a tune?), so perhaps posting this will get it out of my head. It's by Bruce Holland Rogers, in his story "A Common Night", which was included in an Alice-themed book of short stories (by various authors) titled Fantastic Alice.

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 matter 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.

Warning: groaner ahead

The tin of tomatoes rolled down the chute toward its shipping case. One could say the sauce was incandescent.