Matt Clegg | Variety

I put in the bread and pushed it down,
Waiting for it to come out light brown.
After that would come the butter,
Mouth-watering gold butter.
Then peanut butter and honey,
Delicious, gooey and runny.

One day it came up, but didn’t taste good,
As my apprehensive mind thought it would.
The butter was more oil than gold,
In fact the whole taste was pretty old.

Then in my mind I could understand,
Why something once so good, now tasted bland.
So rather than toast every day, I fed
Off something different each day instead