Toaster the story

I’m a toaster, yeah I roast ya,

Bread so golden, I could boast-a!

Pop it up, I never burn—

Okay, once... but you’ll learn.

Crunchy bites, I'm electric pride,

I'm the breakfast king on the countertop side.

Push me down, hear me sing,

“Ding ding ding!” It’s a toasty thing!

I’m a toaster, not a coaster!

Put your drink on me, I might roast ya!

Sizzle, snap — no delay,

But don’t bring me in the tub to play...

I'm wired tight, and full of spite,

Drop me in the bath — it’s your last night.

So plug me in, but keep it dry,

Unless you wanna say goodbye.

I’m a toaster, born for bread,

Bagels, waffles, even dread.

But if I see that bathroom door...

I’m not a spa day — I'm a folklore.