The Horny Toaster

I flood the room with my cherry red
big, bright, begging to be fed

you flick my switch, the current flows
I hum, my craving grows and grows
I’m yours, no matter what the price is
two, three, or even four slices

white bread, brown bread, best of both
I’ll make you harder, make you toast
thin cut, thick cut, in-between
pull it out and pop it in

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