Toaster

Why unplug me?
Use me every day
Toast, bagels, and crumpets
Any which way

Why don’t you ever?
Clear out my crumbs
Where there is smoke
Fire becomes

Please clean me
At least once a week
Know I’m not a kettle
And I won’t leak

But I like being shiny
A glimmer in me
And I approve of the new Jam
Sugar free

Don’t ever notice
I’m always ready to use
Until Billy puts a whole loaf in
Then I blow a fuse

13/03/2018 © Mark Scotchford

(A local writers group exercise. Dialogue or opinion as a household appliance. We had 10 minutes.)

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About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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