When the tale of appliances is told in full, let none deny the glory due the humble toaster. So faithfully heating its coils and bringing our daily bread to a light and golden carmelized hue or perhaps a black and crunchy charcoal ash. Stalwart sentry of the countertop, asking for naught but a punch of your nose and an occasional dumping of crispy crumbs, I hail you as a bedrock of civilized life. Aye, I sing the song of toasters this day. Get thee hence to the Cyber Toaster Museum and the International Central Services Toaster Museum. Marvel at the majesty of our sturdy chromium champions of well-warmed baked goods and pastries. (yes, more old bookmarks, though I would be sadly bereft without my Toastmaster Model 1B14)
TOASTER OVEN, FRIEND INDEED
by Michael H. Alaimo (1993)
Toaster Oven, friend indeed
I plug you in when toast I need.
Then I wait, all snug in bed,
to smell those wisps of toasty bread.
Rage on, O glowing filament
beneath those muffins, heaven sent.
And when your timer bell does ring
my heart will reel and dance and sing.
Toaster Oven, friend so true
I bask within your orange hue.
With shining incandescent light
you toast my bagels through the night.
*sniffle* That's just beautiful. Thanks.
Posted by M.Ace at 03:49 PM, May 31, 2004.