Poem -

what you never bothered to discover

what you never bothered to discover

a humble piece of toast
unless..
you toast it for me
it needs to be, rotated in
the machine , so that each edge
is evenly browned,
to a dark golden hue
firm to the touch
once removed, you must
carefully stack it,
like you would stack
a pyramid of cards,
to form a triangle,
hence odd numbers
are not allowed
this will facilitate
humidity to leave
we see steam rise
it's pure water vapour
out of the bread
which leaves crispy sheets
hungry for real butter
that wouldn't melt
in your mouth
until you drool with
anticipation at the taste
or perfection
it's not just toast..
 it's my toast.

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pauline codd

DBP..that's how I have my toast, and not many people understand the ritual I perform..I can eat common or garden toast but I don't enjoy it as much..I am one of those peope who when visiting public toilets take out gloves carefully stored in my bra so as not to touch the doors..but yes if I chose..I can lick them within an inch of their lives..when I chose..it's all in the mind.  I love all writings on here..they come from where they come from..that's all we need to know.. some a little more as they hit what I call home spot on.  thankyou kind sir..

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Lorna

sounds like perfect toast to me....those who love you will take the time to know how you like your toast, tea and everything else
Brilliant
Lorna

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