

O PoptartO Poptart!O Poptart
O Poptart, being not bread or fruit, you are none and all in one Small package of flavor, glory of a consumer’s diet You sit there quiet, the toaster beckons- I give in
If impatience had a name, it would be yours yet in your absence I only grow in loving you The toaster tosses you up into the air, like a father with his child You are here now and I am wild with overjoy, happy- Hungry
Still steaming, you sit there in the palm of my hand, O Last Bite A rose by any other name would not smell as s
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