Yesterday, my son asked for toast,
so i started singing about buttered toast,
and he said my song annoyed him,
but he loves the ocean,
so i ‘fixed’ the song,
but he didnt really seem to think it helped.
so when his mother got up,
i sang it to her, all improved and whatnot,
but she declared me too silly for words.
which inspired yesterday’s poem.
after reading my great work of art
that was inspired by my song,
which itself was inspired by a matched set
of bread slices browned to perfection,
covered with just the right amount of butter,
sliced diagonally and served on a plate
with a glass of apple juice for my youngest son,
she said, (which she will probably say again in a few hours
when she wakes and reads this),
‘now that is just weird’
only she will capitalize and punctuate and so on
in her mouth in a way my fingers can never do on paper.
here is the ‘fixed up’ song:
There is a piece of toast at the bottom of the sea,
There is a piece of toast at the bottom of the sea
And on that toast there is a bit of butter
For the bread is soggy
Because in case you havent guessed yet
The bottom of the ocean
Is a little wet
now, if you will excuse me, its almost daylight,
and i have to let the dog out,
make some truly delicious french roast 8 oclock coffee
and have a slice of flax seed bread as a snack
before making my hot curried eggs
and probably soon enough making that boy
a short stack of toast, unless it being sunday,
he wants pancakes and then we are off to the park!