Ode to the Flaming Toaster

Once upon a time…
My pop tart exploded.
I didn’t mean for the toaster to be loaded.
Cherry chunks stuck everywhere,
It became as a nightmare.
Was on the phone with Zach,
He had a laughing attack.
There were now flames shooting out,
As I was dashing about.
I shook it in the sink,
As the burnt began to stink.
At this point the toaster was still in flame.
I turned it over, but my attempt was lame.
All at once, I hung up the phone
And got to work, now that I was alone.
While the toaster set in the sink,
I turned on the water to give it a drink.
The flames went out with the water,
And the toaster ceased to get hotter,
Although, the pieces were still stuck,
And with the watter, began to turn to muck.
I began to scrape it out with a knife,
As if to save my life.
When most of it was gone,
I let out a large yawn,
And put the toaster back,
…Until its next attack.